#give flowers receive smooches

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ encourage ] sender supports receiver with pats on their shoulders and a big, encouraging smile

[ silence ] sender lays a finger over their lips, telling receiver to stay quiet

[ stop ] sender holds their palm out facing receiver, stopping them in their tracks

[ affectionate ] sender plays with receiver's hair

[ braid ] sender begins to braid receiver's hair

[ i love you ] sender signs I LOVE YOU to receiver

[ go away ] sender gives receiver's shoulder a shove, trying to make them walk away or go into another room

[ slam ] pent up with frustration, sender leaves receiver and slams the door behind them as they exit

[ knock ] sender is here to see receiver and knocks playfully on their door to indicate they've arrived

[ wipe ] seeing receiver cry, sender reaches out and wipes their tears away (with their fingers or with a tissue)

[ secret ] making sure no one sees, sender secretly takes receiver's hand under a table and laces their fingers

[ squeeze ] sender reassures receiver in a dangerous situation by squeezing their hand

[ sleepy kiss ] while receiver is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), sender approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead

[ hospital ] receiver is in the hospital, and sender sits in a chair by their bedside all through the night and holds their hand

[ celebrate ] receiver accomplishes something amazing, so sender rushes into receiver's arms and jumps up and down, eager to celebrate their victory

[ food ] sender brings receiver their favorite dish to cheer them up

[ glass ] sender and receiver are separated by glass. sender draws a heart on the glass with their finger for receiver to see

[ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there

[ expect ] sender sticks out a hand, palm up, waiting for receiver to give them the item they want

[ pillow ] sender playfully tosses a pillow at receiver, starting a pillowfight

[ sob ] sender rushes into receiver's arms and breaks down in their embrace, hiding their tears in receiver's chest

[ offer ] sender is cooking for receiver and offers out a spoon for receiver to sample a taste

[ love note ] sender passes receiver a romantic note in secret

[ close the distance ] sender and receiver are seated together, and sender moves closer to snuggle with them

[ montage ] receiver tries on clothes, and sender either approves or disapproves of each outfit with a nod or a shake of their head

[ stare ] while receiver gazes out a window, sender comes up from behind and embraces them

[ dance ] sender approaches receiver and starts dancing with them, positioning their hands for them

[ paint ] while sender and receiver paint together, sender smears a little paint on receiver's face to make them laugh

[ funny ] sender makes an assortment of funny faces to try and make receiver laugh

[ flowers ] sender leaves a bouquet of flowers for receiver to find

[ catch ] sender catches receiver's eye across a room and winks at them

[ refuse ] sender is upset with receiver and pushes away from their hug

[ get out ] sender points at the door, demanding receiver leave

[ snuggle ] sender lays down beside receiver and curls up against their body, quickly falling asleep

[ smooch ] sender takes receiver's face in their hands and guides them in for a romantic kiss

[ fix ] sender approaches receiver and fixes a piece of clothing or jewelry on their person

[ reach ] sender desperately reaches out to receiver with both arms extended, pleading for a hug

[madame-fear]

*ೃ༄ 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐒 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : dedicated to my sweet @lady-ashfade. Happy Birthday, my most dear love! I hope your day is filled with people that love you as much as we all love you in here. I wish you health, safety, joy, and tons of success in your life !! I adore you, you are one of my fave people in here, and you deserve all the best. Enjoy this, sweetie! 🩷 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon, gets a bit too possesively jealous when another Lord flirts with you by making silly jokes and remarks, and you giggle along. But, your Lord Husband will teach you how to behave — and who you truly belong to. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.8k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, dom/sub (maybe, I think?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jealous!Lord!Lucerys x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; possesive behaviour, Dom!Lucerys, spanking, slight profanity, fingering, cunnilingus (oral sex, female receiving), slight praising.

Jealousy was a fiery thrill when it came to your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon.

For him, it’s a juxtaposition between aggressive possesiveness, and arousal. It was knowing that, as much as he craved to turn into ashes the person provoking jealousy on him with a simple dragonfire, he would simultaneously get to have you under his mercy — prove who you belong to.

There was nothing that caused more jealousy on him, than seeing someone having the audacity to flirt with you. Not even his older brother Jacaerys was spared with Luke’s possesiveness, when Jace sweetly offered his hand to you for a dance one day, during a dinner feast.

Of course, Jacaerys was doing nothing but merely trying to be the gentleman he had always been with you, plus a good brother-in-law and friend you could trust in. Yet, Lucerys, despite being delighted at the sight of you being happy and bonding with his family, couldn’t help but feel that overwhelming burning jealousy over his older brother. And, as expected, the (then) young Velaryon prince fucked your brains out afterwards.

Despite having the need of being dominantly feral over you in a possesive manner — he managed to treat you softly, proving that he could be even far more delicate and loving than his brother; pampering you with soft kisses, neck bites, and fucked you in a way that made you crave for more of his gentle touch.

But, his gentleness over your body faded away at the sight of another man that wasn’t part of his family having the audacity to flirt with you right in front of his face. Especially, the audacity of another Lord that had tried to flirt with you during a feast Luke hosted in Driftmark, shortly after being officially named Lord and Lady of the Tides, right in front of his face.

The way giggles spurred from your lips so sweetly at the most stupid remarks the other Lord did, with a honey-like sound, inevitably made the young Velaryon boy clench his jaw discreetly with ire. You were so endearingly delicate, like the petal of a flower, and the most polite woman — needless to say, you were charmingly precious. How could the other Lords not try and flirt with you?

Which, of course, the second the Lord had gotten far too close to your body, Lucerys had to intervene by abruptly showing up by your side, pressing a quick smooch to your lips, and possesively wrap an arm around your waist while giving the other Lord a death glare. It was his way to establish his dominance in a public space, in front of other men.

And in private? This type of jealousy wouldn’t so easily fade away from him by merely gluing your body to his own in front of the other Lord. You had to be taught your lesson, of not trying to get along with other Lords so easily. And Lucerys would teach you how to behave.

The sound of soft, yet firm fleshy sounds echoed through the walls of your private quarters, along your own hushed gasps. Laying on Lucerys’ lap, your hands gripped on the silky sheets, digging your nails deep into the texture as you bit your lower lip. His hand continously kept smacking your sensitive ass that already had a shade of red forming on your skin with each slap.

“You can only belong to me.” another gasp spurred deep from your throat, making you grip yourself tighter on the sheets, feeling the bittersweet stinging pain in your ass as Lucerys kept smacking it; increasing the pressure as he kept going. “I’m the only one who can pamper you with my love. The only one that knows exactly how to fuck you.”

Every smack he did with the palm of his hand against your rear, also hit against your achingly needy, wet cunt. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed against your folds on purpose, for the fun of seeing you squirm. “And if I need to, I could spend all night long spanking your pretty little reddened ass, until you learn how to behave, and who you belong to.”

The way he spanked you was dreadfully delicious, enjoying the stinging pain leisurely appearing around your — already reddish — skin, and your stimulated pussy. “M-My Lord,” you whispered faintly, gasping with each smack, feeling your nipples harden in arousal under your nightgown. “I-I can only be yours, and no one else’s. I promise I will behave.”

Noticing the way your cunt was already stimulated, along your ass being reddened and the sound of quiet pleasured whimpers escaping from your beauteous lips, caused a grin to tug at the corner of his rosy lips. You were such a good girl when it came to being put in your place and behaving, as well as a fast learner that obeyed to every one of his orders. “Repeat that for your Lord, dōna riña.”

Another spank surprised you, making you whince as you clenched your jaw, feeling the sore skin on your ass stinging from the repeated hand motions, and the sounds increased the more firmer his hand became against your stimulated skin. “I-I am only yours, my Lord– Fuck!” his smile grew wider as in the middle of your stuttered words, he smacked your ass louder, and harder this time; enjoying how you were both wet from arousal, yet, Luke knew his spanking was rough at times and the pain was sore on your flesh.

“I... I only belong to my Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon, and I will behave for him.” you managed to mumble out, trying to catch your breath. The tight grip you held on the sheets loosened, feeling your hands tremble weakly. His proud grin remained at your submission, as the same hand that was used to spank you groped your ass tenderly, making your breath hitch.

Not only his touch was warm, but as well it was firmly possesive over you; using his thumb to trace shapes on your sore flesh gently, squeezing your ass in a teasing manner. And in a ravenous manner for your cunt, his fingers moved upwards to brush against your pussy, enjoying the feeling of your moist folds being rubbed against his digits.

Gods, you were so pretty when you held back your moans and whimpers from pleasure. It was undeniable that Lucerys was the only one that knew how to be so rough, yet so gentle. And he could be rougher, if he wanted to.

“Good girl. So obedient for your Lord and husband.” he praised, looking down at you with his green hazel eyes. While doing so, his fingernails scraped your skin merely to admire the goosebumps you had when he touched you that way. “You deserve to be rewarded for learning who you belong to, issa perzītsos.” as you still remained laying on his lap, quivering under his touch, his hand continued to explore your skin, only to then slightly lower the skirt of your dress.

“Sit.” Luke ordered, in a firm whisper. Eagerly and obediently for your husband, you did as he had commanded to you. The marks and bruises left from the previous spanking, along the reddened sore flesh stung the moment you stood up, and the moment you sat at the edge of the bed. But of course, you weren’t complaining; you had great pleasure when your husband disciplined you just like that, and became feral from jealousy.

With trembling legs, you sat on the edge of the bed, with both of your hands at your sides. Quietly, you observed how your husband stand from where he had been sitting — and spanking you —, and place himself in front of you, only to immediatly lower himself on his knees. “Let me show you just how much I adore you.” at his words, your breath hitched, feeling your chest rising and falling constantly. Both his hands went to your legs, spreading them apart carefully, and you unconsciously helped him to do so by spreading them yourself as well. The sexual tension between the two of you lingering on the atmosphere made your pussy glisten with aroused moist, aching to feel his cock, or tongue, or fingers inside of you.

Softly, his lips were pressed against your knee. With tender smooches, keeping his lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before continuing, he moved upwards towards your inner thigh. Each kiss made a shiver run down your back, gripping the sheets tighter as your gaze was fixed on the way he so sweetly moved to kiss your inner thigh. Every passing second made you feel wetter in between your legs, with slick dripping from your cunt excitedly to feel him.

Having reached your inner thigh, his lips focused on placing several smooches on that overly sensitive zone of your skin, and occasionally nibbling on it as to leave a bitemark. Teasingly, as he focused on moving dreadfully slow towards your pussy with his lips, his fingertips began grasping against your wet folds, making you release a soft gasp from your partly open lips. “Fuck.” you breathed out, fluttering your eyes shut as you panted softly. The feeling of your wetness being enough to coat his fingertips as they stroked you gently made him proudly grin at his own work, moving his hand so his fingers would apply pressure on your clit. “So wet for me, already?” Lucerys teased, looking up at you with his green eyes before finally focusing on your aching sex.

“W-Why are you surprised, Lord Husband?” you retorted back in a stutter, slowly opening your eyes to stare at him, and in response, he scoffed in a playful manner. The seconds felt dreadful until the young Lord decided that it was time to give you your very much needed reward, but when he did, your eyes closed again and a groan escaped deeply from your groan. His hot breathing hit against your wetness, feeling his lips become glossy with your slick as they focused on pressing tender kisses on your folds. Not one inch of your genitalia was safe from his kisses, and his tongue that occasionally appeared between those pecks to tease you further.

You tasted just like sweet honey, and he couldn’t get enough of savouring you. By the time his tongue was already vehemently passing through your wet cunt, selfishly drinking from your moistness, his fingers began teasing your entrance. The sound of your growls and the feeling of your wetness increasing to the point it dripped down onto the sheets made his cock throb with need. He so badly wanted to roll you on your stomach, and fiercely fuck you from behind like you deserved to be fucked - but he preferred to patiently wait, and reward you with little treats and some pampering.

“You taste so, so sweetly, issa dōna riña.” Lucerys whispered, between his soft nibbling on your wet folds before moving to take care of your sensitive clit. His fingers immediatly entered your tight, hot pussy — making you lean your hips forwards to encourage Lucerys to move his fingers deeper. “L-Luke,” you moaned in between quiet pants, feeling your body nearly melt the moment his lips nibbled on your sensitive nub. “And you take me so well. What a beautifully obedient girl you are.”

Vehemently, his fingers began deeply moving in, and then out in a continous manner. His lips focused on your clitoris, nibbling, sucking, and kissing it desperately to increase the delightful sound of your moans. Whenever he groaned against your sex, and he increased his finger fucking, you could feel a knot forming inside your stomach. A fiery heat tightened on your chest, sliding your hand down onto the back of his head, intertwining your fingers in between dark strands of his hair, pushing him deeper. “P-Please, don’t stop.” you begged in between ragged moans and pants, in a rather desperate manner.

“I don’t intend to. I plan on drinking from your sweet tasting pussy tonight, my love.” Luke murmured, pulling apart briefly, with his lips glossy from your own lubrication before going back to his deeds. His mouth hungrily ate your throbbing cunt, trying to catch the strong flush of wetness continously oozing from you as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside of you, trying to stimulate you further.

The knot on your stomach became tighter, as well as the heat overwhelming your chest. Throwing your head back with your eyes shut, pulling him deeper in between your legs as he kept stimulating you, your moans intensified. Their sound became slightly high-pitched the closer you felt to cumming in his fingers and mouth, with some whimpers mixed in your moans. “L-Lucerys!” his name kept escaping mindlessly from your lips, not managing to form a proper sentence. “I-I think I’m about to cum.”

It seemed that your words were all that he needed to hear, besides your continous whimpers of pleasures and the way his name rolled from your mouth so endearingly. “Cum, then, my sweet.” he encouraged, with his own breath sharpened by the intensity of his arousal. One of his hand took hold of your leg, digging his nails deep into your skin, while his other hand moved his two fingers more intensely inside of you, making almost a fleshy sound.

Slowing down on the motion with his fingers, he managed for his thumb to stroke your clit and apply pressure on it. “Cum for your Lord Husband.” his tongue moved around your entrance, teasing it further as he delighted himself with the sweet taste of your cum. At his words, your shaking hand desperately caressed his messy brunette hair, pulling slightly strands of his curly hair as you could feel yourself reaching your climax.

In between hot, moaned pants, his name continously spurred from your lips as your eyes closed, throwing your head slightly back in pleasure. From your partly opened lips, all types of sounds escaped from them faintly, progressively becoming louder the closer you were to orgasming, and cumming into his mouth. The young Velaryon Lord seemed pleased with the noises he was making you do, growling pleased against your sensitive pussy as he desperately ate you out the wetter you became.

The knot that had formed on your stomach abruptly broke out, coming out as a pleasant flush of wet, slick cum against his lips, and his tongue wasted no time in taking all of the sweet taste of yourself that you offered to him — pussydrunk from your cum as if his life depended on it.

The way you yelled his name had intensified in sound, which satisfied him because, surely, it could be heard from outside your private chambers. Several satisfied growls escaped from him, enjoying the way your hand gripped his hair. His hot breath continously hitting against your wet folds as he devoured you, making you squirm under him. It felt as if a wave of relief washed over you the moment you felt all the built-up tension be released, and him being delighted by it.

Violently, your legs trembled as soon as you had finished cumming into his mouth. The feeling of your own lubrication oozing down from you, moistening your inner thighs and the sheets below, made you softly shiver. Your hands weakly gripped the sheet, digging your nails as Lucerys continued to caress gently your wet folds with his tongue and fingers for a few more seconds shortly after you had orgasmed, just to tease you further and observe the way you so beautifully squirmed delicately under his touch.

“I don’t think I could possibly grow tired of tasting you, my love.” before pulling away, moving his cum-coated fingers out of your pussy, he placed a kiss on your overstimulated nub; which made you shiver. His hazel green eyes stared at you as he scraped his nails on your leg, across your skin.

“You taste so good, I could spend hours like this... Seeing you squirm so beautifully, cumming on my tongue.” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips, rising slightly as he had been kneeling in between your legs, just to caress your skin under your chin. Noticing the crimson tint creepin on your cheeks, the young Velaryon Lord placed his glossy lips against you tenderly, allowing you to feel your own taste.

The kiss deepened heavily, as if he were devouring, and savouring your taste. As Luke pulled away, his lips lingered on your own, grasping gently against each other while his panting breath delicately hit your skin. “You are mine, and no one else’s.” his voice whispered quietly, as his fingertips continued tracing shapes on your inner thigh in a slow manner, while his rosy lips littered your chin, cheeks, tip of your nose, and lips with several loving pecks.

If this is what you would get for merely giggling at the remarks of another flirting Lord, you were going to make sure to get Lucerys as jealous as possible more often — it was as if Luke was encouraging to keep going, and you would.

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[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Miguel O'Hara's Love Language 🥰🥰

Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, & Acts of Service 💕💕

Physical Touch (Receiving)

At first, when starting off in a relationship, he holds hands or gives little hugs. But Miguel O'Hara is touched starved. Getting comfortable, he cannot keep himself off of you

Has to have an arm wrapped around you at all times and has you pressed against him. Hand on your hip or knuckles brushing up and down your bare waist

HUGE CUDDLER

Adores being the little spoon. While on the couch watching tv, his head is in your lap or laying on you, cheek pressed against your chest, his head rising and falling as you breathe.

Miguel literally melts when your fingernails scratch lightly at his scalp, making his usually neat hair a curly mess. You swear you can hear faint purring rumbling out of his chest

At work, he'll have you sitting on his desk, his chin on your shoulder and hips between your legs. He'll kiss your neck from time to time and nuzzle his nose against the side of your head, mumbling how happy he is to have you

Words of Affirmation (Receiving and Giving)

Miguel is very insecure of his mutation. From his glowing red eyes to the tip of his talons. He'll stare straight in the mirror and shove his eyes apart with the pads of his fingers and just stare at himself for hours on end. You'll have to pry him away and tell him that the color of his eyes are beautiful

You'll have to comfort him a lot, actually

Hold him close in your arms and whisper "you're amazing, Miguel, you are not what you think you are"

"I love everything about you"

"you're not a monster. you're a man given a gift and you're using it to the best of your abilities"

"it's okay to feel down, migs, I'm here for you" smooch smooch "you can always depend on me"

As much as he loves receiving your sweet words, his words are almost tooth rotting

"hmm, smell so nice, just want to rub your scent all over me and show others who I belong to"

"your laughter makes my heart flutter, mi amor."

"what do you mean, 'ugly'? you're literally the most beautiful person I've laid my eyes on. I don't ever want to hear you talking so cruelly about yourself ever again."

"You are very dear to me. Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you."

"I might be an ex-catholic, but I've spoken to God countless times about you. He and his angels know your name and understand how my heart is filled with you."

Acts of Service (Giving)

You'll wake up to him cooking you breakfast, standing in his sweat pants and his hair a mess

Massage your aching feet

on your lowest days, he'll be sure to run you a bath and help bathe you, telling you how happy you make him and how much of a wonderful person you are

bring you flowers at random

call him corny, but he'll write you poetry (if anyone at HQ ever found out he'll die of embarrassment

[inevesgf]

MINE ALL MINE ⠀,⠀ stephen tries.

synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating stephen tries.

warnings: mentions of sex, f!reader.

authors note: oh god do i have big plans .. i absolutely love writing these lil headcanons so i’m planning on continuing that in the future with a few other creators in mind. currently whipped for willne + chris as ALWAYS — in the works of another chris fic which is going to be such a loonngg one. love yous x

• such a sucker for physical touch and quality time.

• no matter how busy he is with filming and with other events, he always makes time for you.

• date night is NECESSARY. you each switch back and forth every other week planning a date night.

• you both equally enjoy nights in and nights out together — but overall you both prefer to spend time alone together.

• fancy dinner dates? yes! mario kart dates where you scream and call each other cunts when you loose? yes!

• never a dull moment with stephen when you’re alone together. one moment he will be cuddling and kissing you and the next he’ll tickle you until you cannot breath

• equally loves to be the big spoon as he does the little spoon.

• loves to lay his head on your lap while you two watch a film together. he almost falls asleep every time you play with his hair but he LOVES it.

• very cliche, but in the best way possible.

• loves to surprise you with random little gifts like sweets when he stops by the shops, bouquets of your favorite flowers for special occasions and treating you to dinner even when it’s not date night.

• tits or ass? no, stephen is a THIGH GUY hence loving to lay his head on your thighs.

• loves giving more than receiving! likes to be between your thighs, leaving little love marks only he can see.

• likes pda, but isn’t excessive with it.

• will hold your hand when you’re out with friends and snake his arm around your shoulder as you two walk.

• when hes drunk, he’s a little more touchy.

• he’ll pepper you in kisses all over your face, allowing himself to be clingy towards you.

• i imagine one of the others who did football pub golf for chris’ channel having to text you to come get stephen after the shoot because he’s absolutely battered.

• snakes his arms around your waist the second he sees you gives you the wettest, yet short smooch on your cheek.

• very lovey when he’s sober, but MORE lovey when he’s drunk.

• when you get home, you insist he relaxes and drinks some water, but all he wants to do is lay in your arms and take a nap.

• the type of boyfriend to tell you he loves you at the most random times — whether you’re cooking, editing a video or even just sitting there doing nothing.

• prefers soft and slow sex compared to fast and lustful. just likes to be as close to you as possible

• talks about you a lot to his friends ( who find it so cute, mind you ), but this does result in them sort of making fun of him for it.

• the boys hit him with the “howd you manage that? she’s fitter than you” but he knows that doesn’t make a difference in your love for him.

• you two definitely have a shared playlist of love songs that remind you of each other and your favorite songs to listen to eachother. lots of djo, the 1975 and hozier on it!

• his music taste is basically just your music taste because of how often he listens to the playlist.

• obsessed when you wear his clothes. like this man will NOT stop staring at you when you wear his sweaters or his t shirts.

• half of your wardrobe is probably his old tees, but he does not mind one bit because of how gorgeous you look.

[sencity]

yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. two . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive/needy behavior, violent intrusive thoughts, ominous thoughts, slight leg humping, oral receiving (for y/n), overstimulation (also y/n), cumming untouched, incidental self-harm, + mentions of blood, murder, and suicide.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 931.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red words indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’d find pt. one here, let alone sencha’s face claim and information here. this’ll be the last part of headcanons, btw. (these hcs just keep getting longer and longer, god).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who leaves itemized love letters at your doorstep in the middle of the night with a flower that displayed his mood and what the love poem was going to be about. it could go from a stargazer lily with a letter sealed with a pink heart or a wilting petunia and a crumbled letter indicating that he was clearly angered with something and the letter sloppily ranted his baleful desires towards you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who glowers you down as he watches the flower shop clerk flirt with you, his mind whirling with thoughts of repetitively stabbing his throat with the claw of his rake before burying his body beneath his garden to use as fertilizer. it’s a miracle that he hasn’t launched at the man by now but stood there trembling with anger, his heart thumping harshly, hearing the word “go” compulsively raid his mind, his hands twitching occasionally yet noticeably as the thoughts became louder …

“that loser doesn’t even go know where go eucalyptus originated. y’know i could tell go you everyth-STAB HIM everything you need to know, y/n. why laugh MINE …it up with this weirdo? go.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is an empty threatener. his obsession is primarily threatening to his emotional, physical, and mental health since he wouldn’t harm a fly, not him or his compulsive/intrusive thoughts. he feels a bit belittled when you brush off his outbursts, but nothing but a small smooch should be able to brush it off… for now, at least …

“i’ll kill anyone who even considers you as an existing human being! KILL THEM KILL THEM INSTEAD no one should know that you’re alive but me, i’ll even kill myself because i know you!! so loud, my head…”

“hm, that’s nice to know, sweetheart.”

“sweetheart…no, hush. you’re a bane, y/n. you never take me seriously…sweetheart, sweetheart, sweet heart, my love is sweet to them…”

“and don’t… and you a lie. now c’mon, the apples should be ripe to try.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who embraces you dotingly, tightly, and longingly, muffling a loud moan into your shirt. his knees were in a gelatinous state, buckling wildly to the point where his weight shifted on top of you. he shoved himself so deep into you to the point it was painful, as if he was forcing his way into what’s beneath your skin. his arousal wasn’t discreet either since he was ‘subtly’ grinding his hips into your leg like a mutt in heat …

“hnngh, y/n? i missed you so much, did you miss me too? please tell me you miss me, i need it…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! with his face buried deep between your thighs, sucking and slurping you hungrily during your orgasms, seeing as his lips have not detached from you in a second. his own pants were stained with his own cum yet he hasn’t touched himself during the whole process, but solely examined your expressions as they contorted in pleasure and pain. his grasp around your thighs was hopeful and voracious. to think that someone like him would have such a hold, let alone coy look …

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! it’ll be over soon, just one more for me, okay? just give me two more and i’ll love you harder…just five more…a few more than that, please?…sencha, you idiot…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please pt. two. he’ll take whatever you would give him sexually, even if it’s for your sadistic pleasure. he completely understands since he wants to see you in every scenario, so it only turns him on immensely that you love him so much to do such. he just wants to be useful for you, thrusting his sticky hips against you, his cum could be felt through the confinements of his boxers, which was caused by you merely kissing him and caressing his body. he couldn’t even breathe when you touched him so generously …

“please please please tell me you love me again…it’s a bold request and i’m a little messy but i know you can… i just want your love forever and—mmph, floret! your face, just look at me, catch me with your eyes and tell me i’m yours…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who keeps his emotions limited to the best of his ability, but everything you do gets him so excited! the most ominous desires slip from his mouth instinctively, instinctively to the point where he doesn’t possess the mental awareness to apologize (which, again, you learned to inure) …

“i’ll skin all your friends in order to sew you a nice warm blanket to keep you comfy during the winter…”

“… that’s uh considerate, flower boy, but i’ll stick to the blankets you’ve bought me. they’re very warm, trust me.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who absolutely trashes his place when you’re gone for too long with little to no explanation. once you came through the door you were greeted by a frantic and apologetic male, his roseated cheeks stained with smeared tears, his hands pricked with bloody rose thorns after destroying his vases out of resentment, and his hair was tousled and a bit damp from sweat. it was hard to be mad despite you being concerned, and what’s worse is that he seemed to calm down immensely when his hands traveled up your shirt, his breathing shaky and irregular as the thorns dragged across your skin …

“take off your shirt. i need your touch, your love, your sweat, embrace me with everything you own… i need your skin infused with mine… we’ll become one big bud of blubbery love, blooming under each other’s needs! you have a heart, don’t you?! can you show me, please? show me that you miss me. tell me that you need me. i can’t take another moment without you!”

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[the-kr8tor]

could u maybe write smth about what being with fae!hobie is like?

Fae! Hobie HCs

I made it into a hc thingy, I hope that's okay, hope you like it! Thank you for requesting! 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Fae! Hobie doesn't trust anyone easily but when it comes to you he's full on willing to tell you everything.

He'll be courting you when he's absolutely sure about you and that you won't cause any harm to his abode/home.

Get ready to receive so many handmade gifts from him, like a lot. It would start off with tiny trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. Then as time goes on you start receiving huge bundles of flowers on your doorstep that you're certain aren't in season.

Once you actually start a relationship with him, always be ready because fae! Hobie will be at your place the moment you get home. If he can't visit you that day then he'll leave your favourite flower on the table with some bread and pie that is still suspiciously warm.

You don't eat it of course, knowing that you'll truly be his after consuming it.

He lives little notes full of adoration too with cookies (why won't you just eat his little gifts 😞)

He's still Hobie of course, so he'd still tease the crap out of you. He'd make your apartment full of flower petals, engulfing you in its flowery scent. Fae! Hobie would also conjure vines on the floor so you would trip and fall in his arms.

Also I'm imagining Fae! Hobie with technology, like you'd teach him how the stereo works one time and you come home the next day to him jamming to all your music.

Of course there's a learning curve to it but after watching you use all the electronics in your house, he got it eventually. But he still prefers nature and his abode, technology is just his guilty pleasure.

Hugs!!! He's fantastic at hugging you, like you'd be cuddling in bed and it's hot? Fae! Hobie's got you, he'd regulate his body temperature so that he's your personal ice pack or heating pad when needed.

He's magic, he keeps telling you every time you get surprised by his abilities.

Sometimes he'd just lay down on you to feel your heart beating and to just bask in your warmth.

If you decide to visit his abode, he's absolutely thrilled to have you as his guest. He won't say it to your face of course, like if you ask him if you can visit, he'd shrug and say “alright” but inside he's already planning how to make you comfortable in his abode and what food to put out. (Why won't you eat it though 😞)

He would love to accompany you outside of your home and outside his abode but he tells you other humans aren't ready for him. (He just doesn't want to be perceived by anyone else but you. Also the cars and the smoke they emit scares him)

Flowers! There won't be a lack of it in your presence. Whether it's in your hair, clipped to your clothes or inside a vase, there's plenty of it courtesy of Fae! Hobie.

You're in the city and Fae! Hobie misses you dearly? He'll send a raven with a note and a flower in its beak just for you.

You like having silver jewelry because it looks good on you? Forget about it because it hurts Fae! Hobie and he would most certainly not let a simple jewelry prevent him from touching you even though it burns his skin. So you take the initiative to sell all your silver.

Kisses! He doesn't like kissing you outside of your home, saying that the plants and fauna in his abode are always watching so he prefers to smooch you in your place.

The kisses are all so sweet too, the feeling of it still lingers on your skin and lips hours after he kisses you.

Fae! Hobie isn't obsessed per se, he's just protective of you. After seeing cruelty committed by other humans for centuries, who could ever blame him when he gives you a protective charm?

If only you would eat his food then you'll forever be under his protection.

[stoned-eren]

dating eren headcanons <3

a/n: random headcanons i have on what it's like dating eren. none are in any order, just sum jeager appreciation t/w: none i think?

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eren probably asked you out while you two were doing something casual like watching a movie or playing a game. the subject of romance was brought up, and he thought it would be the right time to confess.

he fears rejection and the emotions that come with it, so he probably asked you out by joking around.

eren wants you to be playing with his hair all. the. time. he'll curl up on your lap like an oversized puppy, look up at you with pleading eyes, and expect his hair to be played with. he will pout and sigh until you run your hands through his hair.

loves to sleep together. half the time he's laying in bed anyways so he's always asking you to come take a nap with him. eren loves the closeness you two share every time he sleeps with you.

surprisingly, eren likes to receive flowers and plants as gifts. he's all smiles if you bring him home a bouquet of sunflowers or roses. his favorite plant is lavender, so you always try to find bouquets that include it. armin taught eren some basics of plant care so the flowers you get him always last a while.

not a huge fan of PDA. might hold your hand in public or give you a quick smooch on the cheek, but don't expect him to be all gushy. he much prefers privacy to share affection. he views romance as a very serious, very personal affair.

biggest flaw? he plays too much video games, to the point where he's obsessed with them. can spend several hours playing games, yelling into his microphone and clacking away on his keyboard.

another thing he does that could be problematic is how jealous he gets. he simply feels insecure when he sees you talking to other people, especially when he thinks that the person might like you. he won't stop you from talking to others, he' just 'll watch/listen to what you're doing very carefully. he has limits though. the second someone is flirtatious or eyeing you too much, eren's shuffling you out the door.

wants to do things spontaneously with you. might randomly take you out to go shopping at like 10pm, or go get food with you at 3am on a tuesday. don't expect him to carefully plan out things, expect him to rely on his feelings and whatever feels right to him.

spoils you (but won't admit it/doesn't realize it). he buys you whatever you want and takes you wherever you want to go. he doesn't mind, he'll do anything to make you happy.

has notes on his phone that have all of your interests and preferences. he wants to make sure he knows what you like so he writes it down. your favorite food at the restaurant down the street? eren has it written down so he can surprise you with it. your favorite show? it's also written down, so eren knows what to put on tv the second you're having a bad day.

he loves loves loves to spend all day at home with you. to him, his ideal way of spending time together is to do absolutely nothing. the thought of being around people weighs him down, so he much prefers being in bed all day or lounging around for hours. he'll be sure to give you tons of kisses throughout it all.

picks flowers while you two go on walks to give to you. he'll make you a little flower bracelet that crumbles apart by the time your walk is over

has cooked for you a total of three times. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that everything that he ends up making comes out burnt to a crisp. he'll usually just go to your favorite restaurant and pay for whatever you want instead of cooking.

has bought you a bracelet with his initials in it. gets upset every time he sees you without it. he doesn't wear a bracelet himself but he wears a ring that has your initials carved into it.

randomly sends you money and gifts. expect to see an extra $100 in your bank account at seemingly incomprehensible times. he just wants to spoil you.

overall he is super sweet and loving. he always wants to be by your side, he just loves being your boyfriend. he couldn't ask for anything more than to love you and be loved by you.

[hoonspookie]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE: and what I think their love languages are! ♡

these are just my thoughts, and what I think matches them (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

lowercase is intended, hyung line x gn! reader!

☆ ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° *⁠. ｡ ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° *⁠. ｡ ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° *⁠. ｡ ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° *⁠. ｡

lee heeseung ✿⁠ physical touch

i think that heeseung would be a touchy person in all honesty, he loooves cuddling up with you and would find ways just to hold you <3. even if it was just small like holding your hand! he loves it when your arms are linked and is going around the mall, would have his arm over your shoulder, constantly keeping you close, playing with your hair, massaging your shoulders, constantly showering you with kisses.

park jongseong ✿⁠ acts of service

to me, i think we can all see this in jay!?@?1 (and words of affirmation) like look at him!!?? cooks you your fave, carries your bag literally every time you guys go out!! helps you every time you need help, like literally goes "need help?" aaack he's such a sweetheart, i genuinely think he'd know immediately if something was off. he drives you literally anywhere, you're definitely his passenger princess 😝😝, he'd literally have all ur fave snacks n shi inside the glove compartment.

sim jaeyun ✿⁠ receiving gifts / gift giving

i think that jake loves receiving and gift giving, like have you guys seen the way he blinks whenever he's excited over legos!!?? it's so cute, if you were to give him a gift i think he'd react the same way, give you a big smooch and a tight hug. when it comes to gift giving, he'd buy you literally anything, flowers, chocolates, plushies, clothes, jewelry, you name it, anything for his precious.

park sunghoon ✿⁠ quality time

like like like, imagine him preparing ice skating dates.. IM SOBBING?!)#)#? he doesn't mind when you're both hanging out but doing your own thing and it's quiet, as long as he's in your presence it's fine <3, playing video games with you too is one of his faves, like league, or maybe start a new minecraft world. you both go on walks together, sometimes bringing gaeul too, watching new movies and shows, whether it's disney, marvels, dc, horror, rom-coms. would binge watch them with you too!

[emissaire]

↻ mischief-filled love - luca kaneshiro

╰► warnings/includes: fluff, established relationship, silly nicknames, vtuber! reader, gn! reader

╰► note: crazy how i'm only writing now for my oshi lol.

Luca, despite being the big bad mafia boss that he is (or so he claims), is quite a playful man. It's evident with the way he treats his friends, his fans, and even you— his lover. It's in his nature to be mischievous and although you always find yourself to be on the receiving end of his whims, you find that it's quite endearing.

His and your fans are not strangers to his antics when it comes to you. From the first prank he did towards you to the time he asked you out by building a flower-shaped tower for you in Minecraft, they're all witnesses. Though there are times they can't help but be curious of what happens behind the scenes.

Boundaries aside, you and Luca are pretty much vocal to things in your relationship that you think is fine sharing with your viewers. That's why when one particular question catches your eyes, you giggle as you read it outloud.

"Does Luca ever call you weird nicknames?" You're currently doing a zatsudan stream, chilling with your viewers and all that while Luca sleeps in your shared bedroom after going live up until 3 AM.

You hum in thought, fondly remembering the weird nicknames your boyfriend has given you but you balk when you come up with nothing. "No? Yeah no, the silliest one he's given me is booba biter because I like biting his chest," you laugh as you look at chat with a bright grin, "Most of the time, they're all cute. I'm the one who gives him weird nicknames."

You see the onslaught comments rolling up your chat so fast you can barely read them. You settle on the recent question after your chat has reasonably calmed down. "What nicknames do you give him?"

You're about to open your mouth to answer the question when someone opens the door to your live streaming room. You see Luca waltzing in, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the lights coming from your computer. He freezes on the spot when he realizes that you're in the middle of streaming, mouthing 'Can you mute for a second?'

With a quick nod, you relent as you tell your viewers about quickly muting your microphone so you can focus on your sleepy boyfriend.

"Babe." His voice sounds so raspy yet whiny that it makes you grin. 

"Hey, baby." You greet, taking the opportunity to stretch your back after being slumped in front of your setup for almost two hours now. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see you." He smiles lazily before pressing multiple pecks on your forehead and cheeks. "I'll go now, don't want to keep you from them." He says and then finally kisses your lips, soft yet firm. 

You hum, ruffling his messy blonde hair before he exits the room again like nothing happened. The moment makes your stomach flutter, excited butterflies filling your system at the affectionate gesture from your sweet boyfriend.

Clearing your throat, you unmute your microphone to greet everyone again, resuming on your previous topic. "Sorry about that. Where were we?" You skim through multiple comments to get you back on track.

👑 poppey soul 👑: u were gonna expose urself with the weird nicknames u give luca lol

This time, you can't hold back the snicker from escaping your pressed lips after reading the live chat. "Right! I usually call Luca schmoopey because he likes smooches and he gets mopey when I don't give him what he wants," you pause as you try to think of the other ones you've given him, "Oh! He absolutely loathes hubba bubba but it cracks me up everytime."

forever kindred 👹: those are cute though! 😭

fulgur's rusty right arm 😬: lol i call my boyfriend poopstain sometimes

You're happily giggling by yourself as you read chat after chat. "I don't think Prince is weird but he's not that fond of it because he gets flustered when I call him that."

y/n's doormat 😚: what does luca call u doe? 👀

Deciding to tease your chat, you hum as if to keep them on their toes before finally answering the question. You don't mean for it to happen but the way your voice sounded came out shy and giggly. The things your boyfriend does to you. "He usually calls me babe or love… but if he's feeling affectionate, he calls me sweetheart or doll sometimes."

Another bout of chat going crazy and Uki, who happens to be present at the time, demanding the sick bucket, you decide it was time to end the stream.

What you didn't know is that your boyfriend was watching your stream outside, laughing at the way you got embarrassed and abruptly ended the live stream. He couldn't wait to tease you as soon as you come out.

@emissaire 2022 all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime

[cornflakes7]

Hi there! First thing I wanted to say is we have the same bday! Bday twins!! Second I would like to request please.

Tsukasa, Shu and Tatsumi x gn reader (seprate) were reader came to there live performance and after there s/o was done performing. Reader came to them backstage with a bouquet of flowers, hugging and giving complements about how awesome he looked onstage (maybe even a kissat the end🤭).

Can it pls be in headcanon form and genre fluff

I hope it's alright with you if not please say and I'll change it.

Have a nice day or night!!

𝘼 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚

Showing up with a bouquet of flowers and a shower of praise backstage!

Characters include shu, tatsumi and tsukasa x GN reader (seperate)

notes: Hellooo!!! I hope I do you well with these headcannons 💪 this will be the first request I am answering!

warnings: none

𝙎𝙝𝙪 𝙄𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞

shu knew before the show that tonight would be a little bit different,,,

a little more better than the performances he had already done but he didn’t expect for you to show up behind stage out of the blue!

he was surprised to say the least, asking questions about how you got in — but you kept everything a secret! (us people have our ways)

handing him the bouquet was no different! shu was thrilled to see the perfect bouquet of flowers that you bought for him

my man really tried to hide the fact that he was flustered by all of the praise about he sang so well and how handsome he was on stage with his arrogance

you just had the key to his heart!

and ending it all with a kiss on the cheek for shu nearly killed him… he just stood there with red cheeks

𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖

you had always been tatsumi biggest fan, hes already accustomed to you showering him with praise but never expected you to show up backstage!

it’s usually because you would be in the audience to support him from there (and it really does help and encourage him)

but anyways, you knew you had to do something special for tatsumi! giving him a hug and a bouquet of flowers which he greatly appreciated the beauty of it

the real beauty would always be you in his heart though <3

all the praise you gave him made him giddy and happy because you never fail to do so…

he got so happy he just had to pick you up and give you a smooch right then and there

it was the perfect night! one of the moments of a lifetime for you and him

𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙎𝙪𝙤𝙪

(i almost passed out writing for tsukasa HES SO CUTEEE)

i headcannon that he used to have stage fright but you’d always be there too soothe him and get go of his worries and take him out on a dessert date

i lowkey think he didn’t notice you at all backstage since there were so many workers to go past by he didn’t see you!! 😭😭

so you had to be the one to chase after him

same thing with shu, he did NOT know how you got back here but he was happy nonetheless

he loved the flowers but he’ll always know he’ll love you more

he’d complain about you praising and babying him a bit

but he’ll always except praise from you anytime because he is your knight and he has sworn to always protect you <3

but my boy is still not used to receiving kisses from you… they never fail to make him lose his mind

[chocolach]

Quick random feeling in no particular order on those last 3 episode of wakfu. big spoilers ahead.

JORIS JORIS JORIS!! As a big short king fan, i am so glad Joris was given some time to shine, even if it was small. Amalia really got the shortest end of the stick here. I am fully aware that she get a lot of hate for her shortcoming but like... Girl lost her father and brother in like what? Less than a week? She's the last of her family and is now pushed on the throne with no time for her to grieve, what the hell. It would have made way more of an impact if they didn't spoil armand death by giving his name to the episode WHO THE FUCK AGREED TO THIS?!! They almost got me with eva's farewell, i would have thrown hand if they killed my fav. I also really though that adamai was gonna die too, with his eyes shining that ominous purple like armand. Yugo and Goultard teaming up for a fight was something i never knew i needed until i received it, what an awesome display of animation. I will eat that shit for weeks to come. I'm a bit mad that no effort were made in diversifying the other eliatropes. Like, really? All the samey same same? No hoods or size diversity? Not even other shades of purple? I know that the sadida's soldier received the same treatment, but with no sight of eyes beneath their hood, the eliatropes really don't feel like people fighting for their life. They are like clay soldier. No soul behind them. Okay, last rant. That last scene... It was yugo and amalia wedding right? The flowers, the white dress, the friends and family all smiling (some old characters sprinkled here and there too, nice touch, but where is my jojo?) Who let Yugo keep his pajama looking clothes on his wedding?? Even tristepin made some effort to look the part? Are you gonna tell me that YUGO, head-over-heels for his lady YUGO, agonizing for the last few years because his child body stopped him from having a romantic relationship YUGO, always having to prove that he wasn't just a child YUGO... Couldn't throw on a nice outfit for his big ADULT WEDDING?! HE CAN MAKE HIS OWN CLOTHES!! AT LEAST MAKE THEM WHITE!! ALIBERT RAISED HIM BETTER THAN THAT!! Also they made Amalia look really young in that one last shot of her face before the kiss and it threw me off a bit but hey at least they finally smooched good for them. Moral of the story is: Eva is alive so everything is well in the world. My crops have been watered by the quality of animation, I have been fed by the mere existence of Joris, and even Ruel stupid side storyline couldn't ruin it for me.

[thefrogdalorian]

The Best of Both Worlds - Chapter Eight

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

❁ Series Masterlist ❁ My Masterlist ❁ Read on AO3 ❁

Word Count: 11438 Rating: General Summary: After a difficult few days of filming The Mandalorian, Din is excited to spend time with you as he finally takes you on your first proper date... Content Warnings: Smooching 👀, alcohol consumption. Author's Note: I was going to post this on Friday but just didn't really feel right after the news, but I'm very happy to finally share this one with you! Big chapter for our dear reader and Din's story together as their relationship to each other reaches a new stage. Next chapter is equally important and she also earns a nickname from Din which is very cute 🥺! Can't wait to finish editing and share that one, too! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks again to @suresnips for being my beta. Your feedback is always so helpful and appreciated ♡

7. Your Face Hung Up High In The Gallery [Din's POV]

Usually, when a new season of The Mandalorian began filming, Din would feel thoroughly invigorated by the process. Donning his precious beskar’gam and using the expertise he had accumulated through all of his training in the ancient Way to perform stunts helped him feel in touch with his roots. It helped Din to feel connected to the people who had taken him in when he was a destitute orphan, found wandering the streets. Yet, the beginning of filming for the third season had not brought such emotions forth within Din. Instead, he felt rather drained by the entire process. 

As he sat there in the back of the car that ferried him the short distance to and from the studios daily. Din was grateful that it was almost the end of the week for his patience was running thin. The shoot for the first episode of the third season of The Mandalorian was drawing to a close, ending in a climactic final act with plenty of fight scenes for Mando. Fortunately, since the day at the zoo, he had felt slightly more settled mentally than he had on the day when he was constantly missing his cues and was sent for an early lunch. The clarity the conversation by the penguin enclosure had brought had calmed his mind, and now he knew with certainty that nothing was standing in his way from attempting to claim your heart. 

Despite how well the shoot was going for the most part, there was a certain curly-haired co-star who seemed determined to get on Din’s last nerve. The constant questions and teasing from Peli about how the flowers had been received and the outing to the zoo had been amusing at first, but now they were beginning to irritate Din. Although he cared for Peli a great deal and was always grateful for how much she cared about him and Grogu, sometimes she could grate on Din’s nerves. The talkative, eccentric woman was someone Din knew that he could always turn to for advice, yet he also found that sometimes she could be a little overbearing and eager to give her advice in situations where it wasn’t even necessary. 

Din could not wait for tomorrow evening when he had arranged what he thought was the perfect proper first date. Finally, the two of you would be able to spend time together, no work, no zoos, and no toddlers. He wished that time would speed up so that Friday evening would roll around and he would finally be able to be in your presence again. Although there were not too many miles that separated you from each other and despite having exchanged phone numbers, things had been too hectic to take advantage of that fact. To Din, you could have been on the other side of the world entirely rather than only a few minutes drive away.

It wasn’t that Din didn’t want to text; he did, more than anything. But doing so was a risk. What if you asked a question that he could not easily answer? Din knew that it would be incredibly difficult to continue small talk via text, given the gravity of the secret that he was keeping. How could he possibly say he was just about to beat up an entire platoon of Praetorian Guards if you asked what he was doing at work? No, he had to be tactful about how he handled this part of his life. Din would never outright lie to you, but he knew he had to obscure the truth from you. It was a line, however, that he was struggling to tread. The guilt had been eating him up inside, but Din knew this was for the best. He had to protect himself. Din hoped you would not take his lack of frequent texts as rudeness, or a sign that he was not keen on you. In reality, it was entirely the opposite. 

With all the physical fight scenes that were present in the season finale, Din needed to be focused and on the top of his game. Despite the clarity that your outing to the zoo had brought, focusing on a fictional fight scene was complicated given the numerous complex emotions he was currently dealing with. For one, he had not been able to stop thinking about the time the two of you had spent together at the zoo the previous weekend. Since he had met you, Din was experiencing feelings that he had been convinced that he would never feel again. Not after Omera, the woman that Din had come so close to allowing himself to fall for before he realised that their ways of life would ultimately prove incompatible. 

Din still found that his mind occasionally drifted back there, to Sorgan, the idyllic village where he had laid low for a couple of months with work. Memories of the beautiful woman, with her long black hair and kind brown eyes, flickered through his mind. Din thought fondly of her, of how diligently she had taken care of him for the short time their paths crossed when his work liaising with law enforcement to root out organised crime gangs had taken him to Sorgan. Coincidentally, it was during that very same job that Din had encountered Grogu. Indeed, the boy had only been in Din’s care for a matter of days when he had been tasked to gather intelligence in that picturesque farming village where he had come so close to leaving his nomadic lifestyle behind and finally putting down roots. He had agonised for the first few months over whether his decision to leave had been the right one. Although it had hurt greatly at the time, now with time separating him from Omera and Sorgan, Din knew that his decision to leave unquestionably was the correct one. Especially when the call with the offer of the role of The Mandalorian came through only a few weeks later. 

Since Omera, Din had lived such a solitary life that he had almost forgotten how incredible it felt to enjoy someone’s presence as much as he enjoyed the evening at the museum and the day at the zoo with you. Din knew that deep down, complete solitude was not entirely what he wanted for his life. But it was just how things had turned out, he had made his peace with that. Until you came along.

Before then, Din had been pretty content to isolate himself. It had just been him and Grogu in the peaceful cottage that he had just returned to after the long day’s filming, Grogu already asleep in his arms. Although Din usually relished the quiet evenings with his son, he was quietly glad that filming had overrun and Grogu had fallen asleep as soon as his tiny frame had been secured in the car seat. There would be no dinner and bath time tonight; instead Din carried his sleeping son upstairs, grateful that Iggy had already changed him into his pyjamas once the filming had looked likely to overrun so Din did not have to disturb him. Din placed Grogu gently under the covers, tucking him in and leaning down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Grogu,” Din whispered into the silent baby monitor before he grabbed the baby monitor and made his way downstairs. 

With Grogu asleep, Din was struck by the stillness of the cottage. It was dark and soundless. Usually, Din savoured his downtime, the moments he spent alone, away from others. Yet, for the first time since he had moved here, Din began to contemplate another’s presence here. He wondered how it would feel to have you here, in his orbit… in his home. How well you would fit in amongst the stunning scenery, with your beauty. Evening walks with Grogu, returning to the cottage where the two of you would bathe him before you cooked and ate a meal together at the polished wooden dining table. Then you’d cuddle on the couch together, Din holding you tightly in his arms and nuzzling into your hair.

Din shook his head and moved into the kitchen to prepare some food, almost disgusted with himself for how carried away he had just gotten, his imagination running wild. Such a thing could never happen, at least not until Din was more certain that he could trust you with his secret. For his cottage, with all of its proximity to the studios, was certain to provoke a line of questioning from you that he would be unsure that he could answer without breaking his vow of honesty to you. 

Truthfully, the depth of his emotions had terrified him. Intimacy like this, actually wanting to be in the presence of another was a new sensation for Din. After so long spent in solitude, it was going to take some getting used to. Din had been alone for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt to feel like this.

Din had partly kept to himself because he viewed his life as much too complicated to allow someone else into, feeling that it was unfair to involve someone else with how unpredictable and nomadic his lifestyle was. There was also Grogu to consider, especially with the attention and stability that the little boy required taking absolute precedence. Yet, deep down, Din knew that he was terrified of getting close enough to someone in case the day ever came when he lost them. Losing his parents at such a young age left scars deep within Din that he was struggling to overcome even so many years later.

Of course, Grogu had begun to slowly but surely break down the emotional walls that Din had erected around himself. Until he had found the little boy in the attic on that fateful day, Din had not realised his capacity for love. Now, though, another presence in Din’s life was beginning to chip away at those walls with all of the light and warmth you had brought to his life. 

Din was attracted to the way you looked. But to him, your beauty went far further than merely skin deep. He found himself more able to relax in your presence in a way that he had not around others for a long time. Despite how much he knew you loved the show – after all, it was the reason he had crossed paths with you in the first place – somehow, it was easy to forget the burden of his secret in your presence. Din was so mesmerised by your intellect and how good you were with Grogu, how patient and kind you were to the little boy despite his nervousness and emotional outbursts. Anyone whom Din Djarin was going to fall for had to care for Grogu, too. 

All feelings of awkwardness that Din had felt over bringing Grogu with him to meet you at the zoo had dissipated the second that he had seen you. Din had been fearful of the way that his son’s presence might be misconstrued as a lack of interest or viewing the outing as purely platonic. But you had not had that reaction at all. It had been the complete opposite, you had welcomed Grogu’s presence and been so attentive when the little boy had shown signs of being upset in the frog exhibit. The kindness that you had extended to Grogu in the museum had continued even when you were not being paid to show it, something that had relieved Din immensely. 

Seeing you interact with Grogu had awakened something inside of Din, he was feeling strong emotions that he was not sure he had ever experienced at this intensity before. Time spent with you strengthened Din’s instinct that somehow, he just knew that you were right for him and the way you were seamlessly slotting into his life with Grogu was surely proof of that. Din had not spent much time with you but already he knew that the bond with you was something special, something that he had been searching for for a long time. With you, he felt like he finally had found a part of him that he had not even realised he was missing.

That realisation of how quickly you had become so important to him both scared him and excited him in equal measure. Din had to keep reminding himself that he had to maintain some distance and not let you in completely until he had told you the truth.  Yet, it was just too easy to let his guard down around you. Although he feared the repercussions of his secret being revealed, never seeing you again was simply not an option. That was why he had enlisted Fennec’s help to plan what he hoped would be an ideal first date. 

Given the circumstances behind what was – to your knowledge, at least – the first time Din had crossed paths with you, he figured that there was no point attempting to hide the benefits that his job came with. It would have been a pointless endeavour, considering that you knew his bosses had the financial capability to allow them to rent out the British Museum for just him and Grogu. So, rather than shying away from that fact, Din exploited that benefit to organise a date that he was sure would go down a treat and allow you to look at your favourite painting without the mindless tourists that you so hated. 

Din knew that with the date he had planned, he was opening himself up to conversations about how it was possible. But it was a risk he was willing to take. Besides, if you ever alluded to his work Din, planned to say that he had signed NDAs – which was not a lie. It was an easy way to get around any hypothetical questions. Not that you had ever really questioned him on text this week, even when Din had told you he had a busy, draining day at work. Your replies had just voiced concern and hope that he would have some time to relax, rather than pushing for details. Din was relieved that you seemed perfectly content to be in the dark about specific details about his job. Though Din thought that you perhaps would not be so laid back if you knew exactly what it entailed. No, he was sure that you would suddenly have boundless intrigue about what it was like to be The Mandalorian. 

Your easy-going nature meant that Din had felt even less troubled about leaning into the privileges that came with his mysterious line of work. So he had enlisted the help of Fennec to arrange something he was certain would mean an awful lot to you. Organising such a date had even been worth the playful ribbing from Jim that Din had received when the two had passed in the corridor. Din was grateful that his helmet had hidden the blush that swept over his features when Jim had remarked: “It must be someone special, first the flowers and now this.” Jim was right of course, the person Din was seeing was very special.

Thoughts of how the date would go raced through Din’s mind that night as he lay in bed. He was excited to see how you would react to what he had planned for your evening. But he was also anxious to see your reaction when he revealed what he had planned for your date. Above all, Din was hopeful that the spark that had been evident in your encounters so far would continue when it was just the two of you. Din’s mind took longer than usual to switch off, but fortunately, it was not an issue as he was not required on set the following day. The late night of filming meant that the morning session had been postponed until the following week and Din was not required on set in the afternoon anyway, so effectively he had a three-day weekend to enjoy.

Din was thankful that the scenes to be filmed in the afternoon did not include him. It was a sign that the show was widening in scope, focusing on a story bigger than just Din’s journey as a lone bounty hunter making his way through the galaxy, as the show had once been. For the first few episodes, Din hardly spoke. It was something that the heads of the studio had been nervous about, wondering whether the audience would form an attachment to a nameless, faceless character who hardly uttered a word. Din was pleased that Mando had proved them all wrong, with the almost universal praise and acclaim that the season had received. He had been relieved too, at how much praise his performance in particular had garnered. Not that Din had sought it out, but Jim and Dale had sent him a selection of glowing reviews to reassure Din. Their gamble and trust in an unknown, entirely inexperienced actor who wanted to remain anonymous had more than paid off. 

Now though, the scope of The Mandalorian’s third season had hugely increased and other characters had been introduced. They were mainly fellow Mandalorians that Mando was both allied to and sceptical of. Bizarrely, it mirrored reality for Din as the casting choices had initially irritated him and he had been suspicious of the newcomers. Unlike the casting for the main character, the studio had not elected to cast real Mandalorians, citing budget concerns. Jim and Dale had been equally disappointed, insisting that they had lobbied for real Mandalorians to be cast. But they were so rare, expensive and tricky to negotiate with that in the end, cost had won out.

Their apologies did not stop Din from being any less disgusted that the people walking around on set were pretenders, merely fitted in their beskar’gam by the costume department without any understanding of how sacred each piece of armour was. How centuries of Mandalorians had fought and died to preserve armour such as the ones they were wearing. 

Din was silently enraged by the knowledge that these people were just viewing their beskar’gam as a costume, something that could be taken on and off, without any true understanding of the deeper sacrifice and meaning of being a Mandalorian. Din had sought a lot of counsel from the golden-haired woman who led his tribe. She had been dismayed by it too, but reminded Din that he was doing nothing wrong. It was an unfortunate pitfall of working with such a corporation, which had shown little respect for various cultures throughout its history. It was the latest in a long list of such behaviour, and Din should not have been too surprised. 

It was all contributing to the sense of unease that he had felt on set during the first two weeks of feeling. Somehow, things felt much different than the first two seasons. It did not help that there was pressure to surpass their immense popularity, either. Din always feared that sooner or later, the bubble would burst, and people would realise that he was not good enough to be The Mandalorian.

For now, those thoughts were far away from Din’s mind as he tried to get his body to sleep. He focused on thoughts of you, the way you looked at him and how warm your body had felt, pressed up against his as the two of you sat next to each other eating ice creams on the bench outside the London Zoo. Din was only hours away from seeing you again, a prospect that excited and terrified him in equal measure. So many questions that would be answered the following day. But, now, it was time to rest…

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It was fortunate that Din was not required on set, as it was not even six a.m. when Grogu’s cries on the baby monitor roused Din from the peaceful slumber that he had eventually fallen into. He did not grumble or complain, just swung his long, muscular legs out of bed and made his way into his son’s bedroom next door. 

“Morning, pal,” Din rasped, reaching down to scoop Grogu out of his bed. “You hungry?” Din asked and was relieved when Grogu furiously nodded. Mercifully, it did not appear to be one of those days where it was difficult to discern Grogu’s immediate needs. “Okay, buddy. Let’s go get you something to eat, I know it was a late night of filming yesterday and you didn’t eat on time.”

With Grogu seated in his high chair, chubby hands happily clutching a serving of his favourite animal crackers, Din took his phone out and debated sending you a text. He knew that you would probably be waking up for work soon, not too many miles away. Din found himself wondering whether he was being utterly ridiculous for pining over you this much so soon after meeting, but then he remembered how his heart sang whenever you were near. With that thought, his thumbs moved to type the text.

Hope you have a good day at work. Remember, Trafalgar Square at 8:30! Can’t wait to see you.

Din read it several times, hoping it didn’t sound too patronising with his comment about enjoying work, especially when his job was nothing like yours. When he was finally satisfied with the text, Din sent it and took a deep breath. Even texting you felt like an event; Din wasn’t sure how he would survive time with just the two of you alone.

Din had already told you of the meeting place a few days before, once the details had been confirmed by Fennec, but an insecure part of him fretted that you had somehow forgotten, or made other plans and would not be there waiting for him. Meeting at Trafalgar Square was hopefully mysterious enough to throw you off the scent, even though the building Din would be taking you to was right there, overlooking the bustling square. Din was anxiously awaiting your reply; mercifully, a certain little boy provided the perfect distraction. Grogu was finished with his animal crackers and was furiously pointing in the direction of the garden, indicating that he wanted to go outside to play.

Din was only too happy to oblige, hoping that a few minutes of running around and playing on the climbing frame by the fire pit, right next to the little outbuilding which housed the gym would tire Grogu out sufficiently that the little boy would want another nap and Din could get some more rest. Instead, after running around, it almost seemed that Grogu had even more energy. So Din took him inside to the small room on the ground floor of the cottage that was essentially Grogu’s playroom. Din dug out some colouring books and the two set about spending the rest of their morning colouring in, a favoured bonding activity that Grogu always seemed to be in the mood for. Din could sense that his son possessed a great deal of talent. For exactly what, he wasn’t sure. But he hoped that Grogu would find it. Until then, Din was determined to nurture his artistic side. 

While Grogu was particularly focused on colouring in a mountainous landscape, Din’s phone chimed and he almost fell off his chair in surprise. A morning of running around after his son had rather taken Din’s mind off the earlier text he had sent, but when a reply from you appeared on his lockscreen, Din suddenly felt lighter.

Thank you! Just arrived at work, I have to show some kids around for a tour. Hopefully they’re as well behaved as Grogu. I’m really excited to see you too :)

Reading your words made Din’s stomach flip. The way you had even referenced Grogu caused an ecstatic grin to spread across his face, he squeezed his eyes shut in glee. Din shook his head and returned his phone to his pocket, wondering what he had ever done to be so lucky to find you. He figured he would leave you to your tour and concentrated on the task at hand, colouring books with his boy.

After a couple more hours of art, the rumbling in Din’s stomach signified that it was lunchtime. Din headed into the kitchen and made some sandwiches for the two to share. The weather was warm, it was early July after all and it seemed as though the British weather had finally remembered what season it was, so Din took Grogu outside and the pair munched on their sandwiches outside on the patio next to the fire pit. It was a feature of the house which Din did not often use. He wondered whether he would sit outside here with you on a cooling summer night, the two of you huddled up together on a bench as you watched the flickering embers of the fire. 

With lunch eaten and cleaned up, Din attempted to put Grogu down for a nap. Mercifully, Grogu was seemingly happy to get some rest, after his busy morning. His son’s eagerness for a nap gave Din the perfect opportunity to catch up on some much-needed sleep after the late night of filming and early morning thanks to his son’s antics. But as he lay there in bed, Din found that he could not settle. The knowledge of his upcoming date was still causing his stomach to do flips. Despite how drained he had felt after the first two weeks of filming, Din couldn’t help but wish that he was on set today. He was incredibly nervous about the upcoming date. Tonight, it would just be the two of you. There was nowhere to hide, just the two of you together. No beskar, no work and no toddlers. It was an equally terrifying and exciting prospect. 

The next sound Din heard was the sound of the doorbell ringing. His eyes flew open and he was momentarily disoriented, forgetting where he was and having no sense of time whatsoever. Din leapt out of bed for the second time that day, panicking that he had overslept. Mercifully, the time on his watch read a little past five p.m. and Din rushed into Grogu’s room, panicking that his son would have woken up without him. He was relieved to see Grogu still sound asleep. Din didn’t have the heart to wake him just yet, so he headed downstairs and was greeted by a familiar hunched figure silhouetted through the glass in the door.

“Hi, Kuiil,” Din welcomed the diminutive man, with his impossibly pink skin, a smattering of white hair above his top lip and deep wrinkled skin. “Thanks for coming, Grogu is upstairs having a nap right now. Figured we could leave him until dinner is ready.”

“Perfect, I’ll get started on that right away,” the old man rasped as he hung up the brown coat he always seemed to wear in the hallway. 

With Grogu asleep and Kuiil tackling dinner for the two of them, it was time for Din to get ready. He inhaled deeply in the shower, hoping that the heat of the hot jets as they rained down upon him would calm his nerves and soothe him somehow. The effect was fleeting before that stomach-flipping nervousness returned. He turned the shower off and exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel to get ready. The house was a lot less still now. Somewhere below, he could hear the sounds of Kuiil and Grogu laughing and the occasional clanking of pots and pans as the old man continued preparing dinner. Din wondered whether the sound of you and Grogu interacting would ever drift through the cottage and greet his ears. Perhaps he would come in from a workout, to find the two of you playing together in Grogu’s room. Or he would descend the stairs in the morning to find you happily cooking in the kitchen, Grogu on your hip. It was such a vivid image that it almost took Din’s breath away. Din knew that he was probably several steps further than was normal for a first date. But then, the way he had met you had been far from normal. 

After he had dressed, shaved slightly and styled his hair, Din stood in front of the mirror and raked his hand through his hair for what was probably the fiftieth time. Part of the perk of the helmet was that there was no stipulation for how he had to wear his hair and recently, he had been enjoying wearing it longer. His dark hair was pushed back past his ears, the curls were longer on the back of his head and towards the nape of his neck. His moustache had been trimmed slightly, as had most of the scruffy stubble that was usually dotted along his jawline. Din checked his outfit in the mirror one last time, confident that he had played it just right with his outfit. He was wearing a classic white button-down shirt, the first three buttons undone and pushed open to reveal his bronze skin beneath. The shirt was paired with form-fitting dark brown chinos that showed off his muscular legs, which he worked so hard to maintain with his exercise routine, while not being too skinny that they were uncomfortable. 

Din took a deep breath and looked himself up and down one last time in the mirror, hoping that you would like what you saw. He had always struggled to gauge his attractiveness, which was unsurprising given how sheltered his upbringing had been and how much of his life was spent hiding his face behind his helmet. Still, when Din was free to show his face, he had never been particularly focused on others’ responses to him. Sure, he hadn’t failed to notice the occasional admiring looks from both men and women that were thrown his way, but most of the time he had been too focused on a job to stop and explore those gazes further. Now though, with you, he was finally getting to experience a whole new side of himself that had previously remained unexplored. It was an exhilarating prospect, but one that Din approached with equal trepidation. He could not shake the fear that you would perhaps be disappointed in what you saw. 

After deciding that he was satisfied with his appearance, Din grabbed his wallet and phone from the dresser and shoved them in his pockets. His phone had not sounded since your earlier text to confirm the time and venue for your meeting and he wondered whether you were going through a similar process to him, agonising over your appearance. He wished that he could text you and tell you that you had no need to worry. For Din, you could wear anything and he would still be blown away by your beauty.

Din descended the stairs and entered the kitchen and was greeted by the adorable sight of his son sitting in his high chair, face and arms entirely covered by pasta sauce. Din smirked at the sight, grateful that he would not have to be embroiled in the clean-up operation that would surely take place while he was out on his date.

“Oh, Grogu,” Din laughed, “I’m going to keep my distance from you, buddy.” Din gestured towards the freshly-pressed, bright white shirt that he was wearing for his date. The last thing he wanted was for a mucky toddler to ruin his pristine outfit. 

“As soon as he’s finished with his dinner, I’m going to be putting him straight in the bath,” Kuiil huffed. “At least he’s enjoying it, though.”

“It’s wonderful to see,” Din smiled proudly, relieved that Grogu was actually eating something other than his beloved animal crackers. It was a struggle to find foods that the little boy would try, but pasta with tomato sauce appeared to be something that could be added to Grogu’s list of safe foods.

Din poured himself a glass of water and then took a seat at the table, opposite Grogu and well away from the tomato sauce splash zone. He just enjoyed being in his son’s presence, watching with fascination the way Grogu seemed so enthralled by the textures of the pasta and the sauce that he kept making it into little balls with his chubby hands. It was definitely not the most conventional way to eat pasta, but it sure worked for Grogu and if it got him to explore new foods, both Din and Kuiil were more than happy to leave him to it. 

Din also warred with the internal guilt that he sometimes felt when leaving Grogu behind, no matter how short of a time the two of them were apart. Din knew that Grogu was happy with Kuiil; he adored spending time with the older man and the two of them had a truly special bond that anyone who spent time with the two of them together felt privileged to witness. Din knew that Grogu would have a bath, play with his toys and then be put to bed. Din knew that he would be there when his son awoke the following morning. But there was still a nagging guilt in the back of his mind, berating him for leaving his boy alone for something as selfish as a date.

“Din, he’ll be fine,” Kuill smiled sympathetically. The kindly old man appeared to have understood where Din’s mind had wandered. 

“I know, it’s not that I don’t trust you, Kuiil. There’s no one I’d rather him be with,” Din sighed, struggling to put his emotions into words. “I feel so responsible for him, it’s difficult to switch off.”

“Listen, enjoy your night with your lady. If anything happens at all, I will call you immediately. The car can quickly bring you back here, but really, I think this little one is worn out,” Kuiil nodded in Grogu’s direction. “Sounds like the two of you had a busy day before I even got here and after some post-bathtime playing, I’m sure he’ll be out like a light.”

“Thanks, Kuiil,” Din said appreciatively. He knew that the old man he entrusted Grogu with was nothing but diligent in his care of the boy, but there was always that lingering guilt that Din was never quite able to outrun, no matter how hard he tried.

Grogu had just about finished his dinner when the doorbell rang, signifying that Din’s driver had arrived. Din took a deep breath and braced himself to say goodbye to Grogu, hoping that it was one of those nights where Grogu would not get upset at his father leaving. Thankfully, as he leaned down to press a kiss to his boy’s coily hair, Grogu chirped happily and did not seem bothered that his father was leaving, especially as Kuiil was currently detailing all of the toys that Grogu could play with in the bath.

With his heart feeling lighter and safe in the knowledge that his son was going to be okay, Din pushed the old wooden door of the cottage open and made his way to the black van that would ferry him to central London to meet you. Part of the perks of his job was the fact that Din had a driver on call at all times, ready to take him wherever he desired on a moment’s notice. His usual driver was a man called Boba, Din suspected was around his age but somehow seemed more wizened. Din suspected that the two of them shared similar pasts, although he was inclined to keep personal chatter to a minimum.

“Hi, Boba,” Din greeted the bald man who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Good evening, Mr. Djarin,” Boba nodded, as he started the engine and drove off.

Din was grateful that Boba did not speak unless spoken to; he was not one for small talk, which suited Din perfectly. The radio was on, mercifully at a quiet volume and Din found himself staring out of the window as the lush green countryside turned into leafy suburbia and then, finally, the hustle and bustle of the big city. It took a certain amount of driving skill to be able to navigate London on a Friday evening, especially given the stop-start nature of the traffic. Din felt as though they were crawling along and wondered several times whether it would be quicker to walk. 

Eventually, though, the car pulled up a street behind Trafalgar Square and Din eagerly hopped out, anxious to get to the meeting point even though he was twenty minutes early. He had left extra early to account for the stubborn London traffic which had proved to be a wise decision as, despite Boba’s driving skill, the journey had still taken more than an hour.

Din hovered by one of the two fountains, not sure where the most convenient place to meet was, given the size of the square. Although the Corinthian pillar that hosted a statue of a British naval hero on top was the focal point of the square, it was busy with tourists attempting to hop on the bronze lions dotted around the base. Din hoped that you would be able to spot him in his current location. He paced around, checking his watch every few minutes and nervously raking his hand through his hair.

“Hi,” a quiet, familiar voice spoke into the warm summer evening and Din immediately spun around, just like that day at the convention when you had caught him looking up at the poster.

“Hi,” Din breathed as he finally looked at you. The sight of you almost caused Din to topple backwards into the fountain. He was almost speechless, as his eyes traversed your body and appreciated the way your outfit complimented your body. “You look incredible,” Din breathed, utterly floored by the sight of you. He had seen you in full-nerd mode at the convention, in your work clothes and dressed down for a casual day at the zoo. But to see you dressed up slightly, with hair and makeup styled to match… you were a breathtaking vision before him and Din could scarcely believe that you were his date. He felt like the luckiest man in the entire world. 

“Thank you,” you replied. Din watched as a shy smile crept across your features and you brought your hand to the side of your face, an indication that you were perhaps as nervous as him.

“Do you have any guesses as to the venue for our date?” Din asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. He wondered whether you had clocked how close the meeting point was to the stunning neoclassical building which looked out over the square. 

“No, I figured we met here because of its location in central London. It’s close to a lot of notable places,” you shrugged. Din smirked, delighted that what he was going to say next was sure to surprise you. 

“Well, I apologise if you’re a bit sick of museums given that you, uh, work in one all week,” Din said, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and squeezing in a self-soothing gesture. “But I remembered what you said during the tour, about a certain painting that always seems to have a crowd of tourists surrounding it…”

“Din! You didn’t!” You exclaimed, clapping your hand over your mouth in shock. 

“Would you like to see the sunflowers without a crowd of people gathered around them?” Din asked, although he already knew what your answer would be.

“YES!” You practically squealed. For a moment Din wondered whether you were about to throw your arms around him in excitement as you appeared to move slightly towards him before you stopped in your tracks. 

To Din, it appeared that you were holding back somewhat. He panicked that you were disappointed in his outfit, perhaps you had just been too polite to say no to a date. Din shook his head and dismissed those insecure thoughts as the two of you began walking up the stairs towards the stunning museum building. He could not forget the way you had looked at him when you had first turned around. There was definitely something there. Din focused on the building to ground himself, admiring the stunning facade. He gazed up at the portico, with its pillars and the dome on the roof above the pediment. Din hadn’t even stepped foot inside yet and he was already blown away by the beauty of the building. If the works contained inside were as incredible as the exterior, it was certain to be an incredible evening. 

A museum worker was waiting at the entrance and she took the two of you inside and gave a brief talk about the rules and expectations for such an exclusive tour. Unlike during his visit to the British Museum, Din had requested that the two of you just be allowed to make your way around alone and, apart from a security guard who would follow you into each room but keep their distance, the two of you would be left to your own devices. 

Din gazed up in awe at the dome above the steps that led up to the galleries. There were ornate marble pillars and gold patterns on the marble doorways. Every surface contained remarkable detail, even the mosaic floor, and Din almost felt that he couldn’t possibly take it all in at once. Surely he would have to stand here for hours and commit it all to memory. However, there was an entire, empty museum with untold treasures waiting to be explored.

“Where to start? This place is enormous!” Din remarked.

“Maybe we can start with the older paintings, the Renaissance and the like?” you suggested. “Then we can finish at the modern section, with the Impressionists and Van Gogh.”

“Lead the way,” Din gestured and you obeyed, practically galloping up the stairs towards the Renaissance wing.

Although Din could appreciate the skill that had gone into crafting such masterpieces so many centuries ago, the subjects of most of the paintings meant nothing to him as they mainly depicted religious history. The Creed that Din followed was quite different, with the bullet and sword carving out most of their history rather than the brush and pencil. Most of the figures meant nothing to him, although he was stunned by their attention to detail.

“Not really doing it for you?” You asked, as though able to sense Din’s disinterest with this particular section.

“Um, I mean… I can appreciate the skill but I prefer landscapes and nature, I think,” Din admitted, hoping that you did not think him uncultured. Din was anything but, yet his cultural background was worlds apart from what was depicted in this museum. 

“To be honest, me too,” you shrugged. “There are only so many creepy babies and angels that I can stand to look at. I know a section that you’ll like!”

Din was stunned as you moved towards him and reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. He inhaled sharply as the realisation that you had actually taken his hand dawned upon him. Din did not have much time to react as you began leading him through the museum. All earlier nervousness on your end had apparently vanished, as you had actually taken Din's hand in your own. Din was so taken aback by the gesture and the feeling of your warm, soft hand against his, that he almost forgot to begin moving his legs to follow you. Fortunately, he remembered that to actually move forward he had to lift his feet, his brain finally catching up to your gesture. Din followed you to wherever you were taking him, a wide grin on his face as he appreciated the fact that you were joined together. He did not care where you were taking him, as long as the two of you were together. 

Din did not have long to ponder where you were going as he was led into a smaller room off the main wings which contained a variety of stunningly detailed, colourful paintings of an incredible array of flowers. Din paused for a few moments, taking in the art in the room, but you were already marching to the centre of the room. Din was disappointed when you dropped his hand and moved further into the room, wishing that the two of you could have held hands all night. 

“This is a section with a lot of Dutch flower artists, like de Heem, Ruysch and van Huysum,” you explained. “This one is by Brueghel the Elder. I just love the colours, so vibrant and the lighting is so realistic, it’s easy to forget that this is a painting. It looks almost photo-realistic, despite being over four hundred years old. Sorry, I’m going into tour guide mode, even though this isn’t my museum,” you added, sheepishly.

“Don’t apologise,” Din smiled, closing the distance between the two of you and nodding at you, willing you to continue. He was fascinated by your mind and wanted to hear what you had to say.

“You can see there are some tulips in this one, like the red one up there in the corner. At this time, the Dutch economy was built on tulip prices, people made enormous fortunes speculating on that little flower’s worth. Until, one day, the bubble burst and people lost everything. I think some Dutch people even resorted to eating tulips!”

“That’s fascinating,” Din shook his head as he took in the information. “Something so beautiful, eventually causing so much pain.”

“Yeah…” you breathed.

“Sorry, that was a little depressing,” Din scoffed. “I didn’t mean for it to be.”

“No, it’s alright. Art isn’t created in a vacuum, right? I mean, there’s a story behind every painting. I think it can help you connect with them on a deeper level.”

“It certainly can…” Din agreed, taking another step towards you.

“Um, anyway, perhaps we can head to the modern section,” you blurted out as if wanting to maintain your distance, “I’d like to take advantage of being able to look at the impressionists without people wanting to do a photoshoot by Van Gogh’s sunflowers or Monet’s water lilies,” you offered.

Din nodded in agreement and noticed that this time, you did not take his hand. That nagging feeling of insecurity was slowly creeping into his gut and he did not remotely enjoy the sensation. Why did you seem to be holding back from him? Din could not understand it. Surely, you understood how attracted he was to you?

Din followed you as you practically marched through the museum to the more modern section, stopping only briefly to draw his attention to a Holbein painting called The Ambassadors. Din listened intently as you explained that it was one of the most famous paintings in the gallery. Although he much preferred nature, he could appreciate the details of the clothes and the captivating facial expressions, especially given the size of the canvas. Then, the two of you left the Renaissance wing and moved to where the Impressionists were situated. 

Din had followed you closely as you strode purposefully towards the entire reason that Din had arranged a private evening in this museum in the first place. To the most famous piece in the gallery, the one that people from around the country and indeed, the world, travelled to see: Vincent Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Now, Din was standing next to you in quiet contemplation in front of the piece, trying to appreciate every inch and understand what drew you to it.

 “I can see why you like it so much,” Din offered. “There’s just something about it that makes you not want to look away.”

“Right? I could stare at it for hours,” you replied. “And honestly, without any tourists here, I might well do that.”

Din huffed a laugh at that. Although he was quietly jealous of the way that you were gazing at the painting of a man who had died over a century ago. Din wanted, more than anything, for you to turn your head and gaze at him with as much reverence as you were looking at the sunflowers.

“It was worth pulling all the strings just to see you so happy,” Din smiled. 

You turned your head at that, granting Din’s wish as you looked at him, eyes full of emotion. You opened your mouth as if to say something before subtly shaking your head and seemingly deciding against it.

“Thank you, Din. It means the world to be able to stand here in front of a painting I love so much…”

“Well, can you please tell me more about the sunflowers, my favourite tour guide?”

You shook your head and smiled before you launched into another mini-art history lecture. “It’s my favourite piece because I think most people only understand it on a very surface level, whereas I’ve always thought it was quite a sad piece. A lot of us associate the colour yellow and indeed the sunflowers themselves with happiness, but the story behind this painting is anything but happy,” you paused, looking at Din as if to confirm that he was still interested. Din nodded and you continued: “Vincent was friends with a painter called Paul Gauguin and invited him to come and stay with him in Arles, a city in Southern France because he aspired to set up an art colony. So, while he waited, Vincent spent his days painting the sunflowers, intending that the piece would decorate Gauguin’s room. But he didn’t come. As more and more time passed, it was clear that despite Vincent’s enthusiasm, Gauguin was not in any hurry to join him. That’s why you can see the sunflowers at the bottom are dying,” you explained as you gestured towards the wilted flowers at the bottom of the painting.

Din slowly nodded as he cast his eyes towards the sad sunflowers that he had never noticed before. It suddenly gave the painting a newer, more mournful meaning, a perfect mix of enthusiasm and melancholia that Din found strangely relatable and moving.

“There are a few different versions of the painting, where you can see the sunflowers in various stages of decay. It shows just how lonely he was, in real time. Gauguin did eventually come, but the two of them did not get along. Their frequent explosive rows caused Gauguin to eventually leave, a couple of days before Christmas. The entire experience contributed to Vincent’s declining mental state and he entered an asylum, where he spent most of the last year of his life…” you observed, voice quiet now. “I think it’s strange really, that such a famous painting can be viewed so many different ways and that most people do not know the entire story. A lot of people love Van Gogh, but few people truly understand him. And even fewer, I believe, would want to be associated with him if they lived at the same time as him. We like to think that things would be different now and oddballs like Vincent would be treated better, but I’m not so sure. I think we still live in a world where people who are different are treated terribly and anyone who shows any kind of otherness is ostracised for it. He was misunderstood in life and equally in death, too.”

“Wow…” Din breathed. He knew, of course, that he should have expected more than a surface-level assessment of the piece coming from you. But he was no less stunned by the beautiful words that came out of your mouth, the sentiment expressed and the way you seemingly cared so deeply for the world around you and all of the people in it.

“Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there…” you shook your head. 

“Don’t apologise. You’re incredible,” Din reassured, beaming at you. His brown eyes widened in awe of the thoughts you had just shared with him. 

The way you bit your lip, blushed and looked down slightly at the floor as if shy about the compliment Din had just paid you only made him all the more determined to shower you with compliments. He vowed that as long as you were in his life, he would not go a single day without complimenting you, without letting you know how incredible he found you. 

“Um, I might just sit here for a bit and appreciate the paintings if you’d like to join,” you said, gesturing towards the bench that was just behind the two of you. 

Din nodded and followed you to the bench, making sure that he sat close to you and pressed his body against yours. Din positioned himself so that your legs, arms and thighs were touching as you sat on the bench. He was not putting much weight on you, but it was an indication of how close he wanted to get you, and how attracted he felt to you. You were pulling him into your orbit, perhaps without realising it. 

“It’s nice to be able to sit here and look at the paintings without a thousand tourists with their phones blocking your view. I mean, I know the sunflowers are the most popular but there is also the painting of the crabs here. I love the textures and colours. Plus that chair, it’s very much like those found in one of my other favourite Van Gogh paintings: The Bedroom. I think the detailing on it shows a….”

Din was well aware that he was not able to contribute to your ramblings, even if he had possessed the knowledge to. He was distracted by the warm weight of your body against his own, the way his pulse quickened just being in this proximity to you. His gaze flitted to your lips, looking so kissable in the shade of lipstick that perfectly complimented your outfit that you had chosen. Din was aware that you were still speaking about your love for the beautiful artworks before you, but your voice seemed distant somehow. 

Din knew that if he did what he wanted to and joined his lips to yours there would be no going back. Once he kissed you, it was inevitable that he would dedicate his entire life to you. You had already shown so many traits that he was attracted to with your patience, intelligence and kindness. If his lips claimed yours in a kiss, it would be like crossing the Rubicon, a point of no return.

Din sat there, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that you had stopped speaking. It wasn’t until you shook your head and looked away that Din was aware that he had completely zoned out and given you the misguided impression that he was uninterested in what you had to say.

“Sorry, I was boring you,” you shook your head and averted your gaze, clearly feeling embarrassed. Din felt awful.

“Not at all!” Din exclaimed.

“I know I can go on too much, I’m sorry if I–”

But Din cut your ramblings off, mid-sentence. 

“Truthfully, I was just thinking about how much I want to kiss you right now…” Din confessed.

“Then kiss me. I can’t wait much longer,” you breathed.

“Is that what you really want? I mean…”

“Din! If you don’t kiss me already, I’m going to scream!”

Din nodded nervously and brought his arm up as he leaned in. He cupped your jaw in his strong hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb and marvelling at how soft your skin was. He hadn’t even kissed you yet, and already his breaths were so shallow that he feared he might pass out. Din paused a few inches from your face, staring at your lips until you closed your eyes and closed the final distance between you, his eyes squeezing shut as your soft, warm lips touched his. 

Din had kissed people before. He had relished the uniquely intimate connection that came from joining one’s lips to another’s. It was something that had always set his heart racing and made him feel light-headed from the momentousness of such an occasion. Kissing you, though, was a different prospect entirely. It was as though every nerve ending in his body was suddenly on fire. The sensation of your lips together, his hand leaving your cheek to cradle the back of your head as the kiss deepened threatened to unleash something feral in Din that he was sure would be entirely inappropriate for a building as beautiful as the National Gallery.

“Um, wow,” you breathed after Din pulled away from the kiss. 

Din smirked and raised an eyebrow, pleased that you had seemingly had the same reaction to the kiss as him.

“That was incredible,” you added, confirming the fact.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Din confessed, biting his lip lightly. 

“I think I’ve wanted you to for even longer…”

“I’m new to… all of this, dating, you know. I mean, since Grogu, I haven’t felt able to just drop everything and go on dates,” Din explained, clasping his hands together and playing with his fingers, a sign of the nervousness he felt when talking about this. “I just wanted you to know that. I really enjoy spending time with you. I haven’t felt like this for… well, a long time, to be honest. You’re incredibly special and important to me, already, and I would love to spend more time with you.”

“Oh, Din,” you exhaled. “I… I don’t know what to say. Of course, I want to spend more time with you. I’m not very good at this either, I feel like with dating I always come off either too strongly or completely uninterested. But that day when, um, when I saw you at the museum… I was so upset that you were probably going to turn out to be a total creep like every other man I’ve ever given a tour to, because you were so handsome. When you were a complete gentleman it made things much more complicated. I don’t know how I focused on the tour!”

“I would never have guessed, you did a phenomenal job,” Din praised.

“Thank you,” you breathed. “I would love to see you again, as soon as possible. I’m um… I’m free all weekend, if that’s convenient for you.”

“So am I,” Din smiled. “I was thinking after leaving the museum, we could go for a drink somewhere together, if you have any recommendations.”

“Sounds perfect,” you breathed.

Din leaned in for another kiss. Now that that particular barrier had been broken, he was going to make a point of stealing as many kisses from your lips as possible. As your soft lips moved against his and he cupped your cheeks with his hands, Din knew that kissing you like this was something he would never tire of. When you eventually pulled away for some much-needed air, Din leaned his forehead against yours and the two of you smiled shyly, giggling breathlessly as you relished your newfound closeness.

“I’m so lucky our paths crossed,” Din sighed. 

For a moment, it was so easy to forget about how exactly your paths had first crossed. The fact that Din had seen you and began to feel things for you long before you ever knew it. Din felt a pang of guilt at the gravity of the secret he was keeping from you, but then he reminded himself of all the reasons this was important. Din had no doubts that you were an honourable, trustworthy person, but there was no way he could sacrifice the privacy and security of his son at this early stage. Din consoled himself in that moment by reminding himself that he had never knowingly lied to you. This was your first date, after all, he reminded himself to live in the moment and to stop thinking several steps ahead. One day, you would know the truth, one day.

✯ ✯ ✯

As Din gazed across the table at you, your elbow resting on the immaculate wooden surface and your hand cupping your chin slightly as you threw your head back in laughter, he was completely captivated by your effortless beauty. You were giggling at a memory Din was sharing of his time as a stuntman, albeit with the story attributed to a non-existent friend to avoid revealing that he worked in the film industry.  The bar that you had found was underground and dimly lit, save for the lamps that sat on every table. It was modelled after a prohibition-era speakeasy and it was no surprise to Din that you had suggested it, given your passion for history.

After you had left the museum, Din and you held hands and walked briskly through the cooling London evening. It was still reasonably warm, mercifully summer had finally arrived but compared to the thin clothes that both of you had set out in, the temperature had significantly dropped. Luckily, the bar was well-heated despite being located underground. There was ambient jazz music playing and the buzz of people enjoying their Friday nights with prohibition-themed cocktails. 

Din had swapped stories with you, the two of you learning more details about the others’ lives. Din found that he was surprisingly adept at obscuring the truth and removing key identifying features of his anecdotes. There was so much of his life, including the fact that he was a real Mandalorian, that he had to hide from you. But there was an equal amount that he could share, even if told from a slightly different perspective. Din loved hearing about your life too, your hopes, fears and dreams. He thought that you were one of the most interesting people that he had ever met, even if there was an occasional air of insecurity to you that he struggled to understand, given all of your talents.

Din smiled as he watched you stand up from the table and walk to the bathroom. You were still as stunning, even in the dim lights of the bar. His good mood did not last though when he pulled out his phone to pass the time in your absence and noticed, with a frown, that there was a new text from Jim.

Din’s heart sank when he read the message notification on his lockscreen:

Hi Din, Sorry for the late notice but you are needed on set tomorrow for pickups. Promise we will make it up to you next week. Jim

Din threw his head back and sighed. The promise of a free weekend, especially when he desperately needed one, had been cruelly snatched away from him. The vow that he had made to you in the museum that you would meet up again this weekend now looked set to be broken. It was not going to be the nicest end to a first date, to let you down due to a last-minute work commitment. Din sighed, showing his frustration over how unfair this all was. 

His heart sank further when you returned from the bathroom and the first words out of your mouth were attempting to arrange another time to meet up this weekend.

“I was thinking tomorrow, maybe we could meet up at this park near me, perhaps you can bring Grogu?” You suggested after you slid into the booth opposite Din. “I think there’s a play area, he’d probably love it.”

“I’m so sorry to let you down like this… I can’t. My boss just texted me and told me that I’m needed at work tomorrow,” Din sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m so sorry, I really wanted to spend time with you.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you looked down dejectedly. “What about Sunday?”

“I think the disruption to Grogu’s routine of me going to work tomorrow will mean that I should probably spend the day with him on Sunday, to make sure that he’s alright,” Din replied apologetically. “Look, I’m so sorry about this. It’s not personal at all, but Grogu… he is my only priority. I have to do what’s best for him and an entire weekend of his routine being disrupted… it would be too much for him. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Din winced at the disappointment he saw in your eyes, at how despondent and let-down you looked. He knew that he would make it up to you, he was a man of his word. He only hoped that you would give him a chance to.

“Okay, Din,” you smiled weakly. “Um, look, I should probably start heading home soon before the tube stops running.”

“Well, I was thinking we could stay a little longer. You could get a ride home in the car with me if you’d like?”

“Thanks for the offer but I know my route back home and I’m happy to take it,” you replied and Din felt uneasy at how distant you suddenly seemed to be, as though you were withdrawing from him and retreating into your shell. 

“Okay,” Din breathed. “Let me get the bill.”

Din hailed a waiter and paid for both of your drinks, on a company credit card, another perk of the job. Then the two of you slid out of the booth and made your way back up to street level, feeling rather like two moles that had just emerged from their holes after spending many months underground. Din was astonished that it was approaching midnight, all sense of time seemed to have vanished in the basement bar.

“I had a wonderful night with you,” Din said as he offered you his arm, which you took, looping your hand through his arm and resting your hand on his toned bicep. “I really am sorry about this weekend. Work said they will make it up to me, so I should be able to ensure that this does not happen again next weekend. Are you free then?

“I should be, yeah,” you smiled and Din felt relieved that your demeanour had lightened somewhat. “I was just a little shocked, it felt a little personal,”

“No, never,” Din said, stopping in the street and shaking his head definitively as he looked into your eyes, hoping that you sensed how much he had enjoyed your evening together. “I meant everything I said in the museum, you are incredibly important to me.”

Maybe it was the slight buzz from the alcohol, or maybe it was the way you were currently gazing at Din, but he suddenly felt a little lightheaded as you finally arrived outside the station.

“Thank you for this incredible evening, Din,” you smiled, as the two of you stood facing each other just outside the entrance to the tube station. “See you next weekend?”

“See you next weekend,” Din nodded. “I’ll text you in the week.”

Then, Din felt his pulse quicken as you closed the distance to him and pulled him into another kiss. It was more intimate this time, with your hands resting on his shoulders as his hands moved to the back of your head. The kiss was probably slightly more passionate than was appropriate for such a public place, but the cocktails and the intoxicating buzz that came from being around you meant that Din did not remotely care.

“Goodnight, Din,” you whispered against his lips after pulling away from the embrace, before turning and walking into the station.

Din stood there for a few minutes in your wake, fixed to the spot even after he had watched you disappear into the tube station. He could not bring himself to move, as though this spot where you had just kissed provided some tangible connection to you that lingered even after you were gone. Din wanted time to hurry up so that he could be in your presence again, knowing that the rest of the week would feel dull and unimaginative compared to the vibrant, inspiring few hours that he had just spent with you.

Din Djarin had often wondered what falling in love would feel like. He had long since given up on the hope that he would ever experience such an emotion.

Yet the butterflies in his stomach and smile that he still wore across his face, even after you were no longer at his side, suggested that he might just be on his way to finding out.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @toxic-seduction @survivingandenduring @readingiskeepingmegoing

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Omg babes, i was the one who asked about touchy Max. Could i maybe have the 🦌 emoji, since the bat is already taken?

AND about Max again: I feel like he's a sweet lover, doesn't matter how many people see him as rude and aggressive. He's actually such a sweetheart. He's the type of guy to bring you breakfast in bed or randomly buy you flowers, and when you ask why he just gives you a smooch on the forehead and whispers 'because i love you'

of course you can be!!

but no, I stand by the fact that max is definitely one of the most romantic ones from the boyfriends🥲like the boy hasn’t necessarily had a very loving, nurturing upbringing but that’s exactly what makes him so fucking sweet and caring. he knows what it’s like to feel unwanted and unloved, so he does everything he can to make sure all his relationships (platonic or romantic) show how much he cares about the people around him

and one of the biggest ways he shows it is through physical touch with the reader because he craved it so much growing up🥹he always thought he hated it but he just hated that the touches he received had to be earned. he only got hugs from his dad if he won, otherwise he would be ignored. he wants to show that his love is unconditional😭and the fact yous could literally be fighting or mad, but those comforting touches would never stop because even if you’re arguing, he never stops loving you

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When Witchy Wives Meet Headcanons 💜 ✨️ 🦋 🗝 💕 💟

Summary: Evelyn comes into contact with Clara when the portal door unfolds, and she finds herself in an alternate Boiling Isles. Once the two formally meet, they proceed to hang out in the Isles that Evelyn is from.

Ao3 version

"Clara" is my wittewife.

Commission art here.

Enjoy!

• Chibi Clara was in the midst of decorating the perfect blood orange pound cake with bright pink-orange blood frosting while Chibi Syrup, her blue jay palisman, sat on her shoulder, watching the process with keen eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of dazzling lavender light trailing with white flowers and sparkles, along with pink flowers and butterflies, emerges and expands in the kitchen as Clara quickly shields her eyes.

• Slowly lowering her arm, she sees a brown doorway begin to unfold itself.

She emits a small gasp when she witnesses another chibi witch heartily hop out of it.

• This witch had voluminous brown hair and a yellow cardinal with thick brows sitting on her shoulder.

She smiled affably at Clara and proceeded to wave a hand at her, accompanied by a faint, brassy sound effect.

• Clara lets out her second gasp and waves back with excitement shining in her eyes.

• Neither witch knew the other, but they both felt connected in some way.

• Once they introduce themselves through speech bubbles while talking, with their names appearing in the bubbles, Evelyn and Clara form a fast and tight friendship. Evelyn enters the portal and gestures to Clara to follow her inside.

As she runs through the open doorway, Clara happily follows behind her while the portal disappears into thin air.

• Clara gasped upon exiting the portal as she witnessed the surreal splendor of Evelyn's Isles, which was significantly different from the Isles she was from.

As her light green eyes continue to roam in wonder at the sights, a fairy gently flutters by as Clara smiles and greets the winged woman with a wave.

However, the fairy suddenly enlarges her mouth, revealing a set of sharp teeth as she smiles with a toothy grin.

Opening her enormous jaw, the fairy attempted to chomp down on Clara's finger and rip it off her hand, but luckily, the witch was quick enough to pull it away. Clara now had a look of panic on her face.

As she retreats behind Evelyn's back, she witnesses the fairy flitting over to the second witch, only for Evelyn to easily pick her up with a pincer grasp and toss her into her mouth, chewing her.

After swallowing the fairy, Evelyn shifts her gaze to her frightened friend, a question mark appearing above her head due to Clara's reaction.

Clara, who is still scared, explains to Evelyn in a speech bubble that the fairies in her Isles were much more hospitable.

• A montage commences with Evelyn participating in her favorite activities with Clara and taking her to all of her favorite spots in town.

• Following the montage's conclusion, Evelyn brings Clara to her parents' home and introduces her to her mother and father.

Clara gives Evelyn's parents a small smile as she waves at them, and they respond with the same expression and wave back.

The front door begins to open as Caleb steps inside and greets everyone with a smile and small wave.

Evelyn and Evelyn's parents smile and greet him back.

After thoroughly inspecting the blonde's appearance, Clara's eyes begin to form hearts as she holds her cheeks and rushes toward Caleb.

Once he's wrapped in a surprise embrace, Caleb receives a smooch to his rounded cheek from the new witch as red blush quickly rushes to his entire face.

Suddenly, it seems as though someone had switched off the lights as a tall shadow soon throws itself over the two.

As they both look up, their eyes bug out when they find Evelyn, who looks as if she's ready to blow her top with flames engulfed in her eyes and around her as a small gag, towering them.

Sweat drops appear and stand on Clara and Caleb's foreheads as Clara scratches the back of her head nervously and gives a gentle apology.

The gag ends when Evelyn's anger and flames subside.

She then proceeds to give Clara an empathetic smile as she nods, indicating that she has forgiven her.

Clara sighed with relief and smiled at her.

• Once the portal doorway unfolds inside Clara's home, it opens, and Clara steps out of it. Evelyn pops her head through the entryway and throws a suitcase and key in Clara's direction, which she catches.

She informs her friend via speech bubble that she can come visit her whenever she wishes before waving goodbye and going back through the portal, which folds up and promptly disappears.

While sitting on Clara's shoulder, Syrup gave a small chirp, and Clara responded with a bright smile and a thrilled squeal.

She started to formulate plans in her mind to pick up her friend through her new portal.

Sharing the wonders of her world with her was something she was eager to do, just as she did with her.

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My Hero Academia Various Female Pro Heroes x Reader

Receiving Gifts From Their Significant Other

Author Note: Reader is Gender Neutral. These are headcanons with their reactions to variations of gifts. Reblogs are appreciated as are comments, have a wonderful day.

Midnight 🖤🌫Nemuri Kayama

Chocolate or Sweet Treat

This woman loves chocolates, her favorite is dark chocolate. Her favorite treat would be chocolate covered strawberries

She’s so grateful receiving chocolates of any sort from you.

“My sweetie is treating their girl today. How sweet..” She purrs in your ears.

Assorted chocolates and candy bars are nice, she doesn’t get to eat them much since she watches what she eats

However if you gift her chocolate dipped strawberries she knows your exact intentions. She’s flirting it up with you, kissing your neck, giving love bites, nipping your ears. She’s dragging you away somewhere private for some fun

Flowers

Midnight adores roses. She’s a particular fan of black and red roses

She will look beyond happy seeing you with a bouquet or vase of her favorite flowers. She’ll begin blushing since it’s so thoughtful

She’ll kiss your cheek in gratitude

“So sweet. Thank you, thank you!” She’ll say between her kisses for you. She ends it with a little smooch on your lips.

Bracelets or Rings

You’re gifting her jewelry and this is one fire way to earn more flirting affections from her. She’ll sit on your lap and kindly thank you with a hidden seductive tone. If you’re not sitting she’ll pull you by the collar and give you a kiss

She adores bracelets since she loves wearing them with dresses. Nemuri likes to accessorize so it’s a nice gift.

Rings are also a thoughtful gift since she adores them as well. She likes any type of ring. She’ll proudly wear it when she’s not doing hero work.

“It’s so pretty I love it!”

Handcuffs & Whips

These gifts require you to present them to her privately. She’s a teacher/pro hero after all.

Upon opening the gift, her signature seductive smile is given to you

Nemuri loves punishing her pet. She’ll want to try the gift on you immediately.

Handcuffs will lead to her straddling your hips or her handcuffing you to the nearest bedposts or chair.

Nana Shimura 💙💥

Chocolate or Sweet Treat

Another chocolate lover and of sweets in general. She loves milk chocolate. Her favorite is her childhood candy bar or a slice of cake (Funfetti, Chocolate, Caramel, Vanilla, or Strawberry Shortcake)

She has a strict diet but she’ll treat herself once in a while. When you surprise her with her favorite candy bar from her childhood she is elated

She will kiss your forehead or cheek and give you the cutest smile

“For me? You’re so thoughtful! Thank you, honey.”

If you gift her a slice of cake she’s ever so grateful because she had a long day of hero work or she’ll save it for later after she’s done with work for the day.

She will enjoy every bite and promises you so. She’ll ask you on a date and hopes your schedule is free since she wants to spend time with you. She’s hoping for cuddles too

“I absolutely love cake, thank you! Would you like to eat out at a café sometime this week?”

Flowers

She adores flowers. Her favorites are daisies, sunflowers, and poppies

A bouquet or vase of her favorite flowers give you the biggest smile you’ll ever see. Her eyes light up and she’s blushing

She’ll give you a kiss in gratitude

“They’re... beautiful. Thank you for the flowers I’ll take good care of them.”

Earrings

She’s not one for jewelry but she does enjoy earrings

When you give her earrings she is beaming since she can’t wait to show them off

She won’t be able to wear earrings that are long or hang since she is often busy working but she will try to wear them as often as she can

“You got me earrings?! These are super cute!”

Exercise Equipment

This woman is big on fitness. She spends time exercising in the morning after breakfast.

When you gift her fitness equipment she’s very excited. She can’t wait to try it out. She’s always finding different ways to incorporate them to her routine.

Shimura will immediately try it, unless it’s too big and needs time to set it up. It will get good use and she’s forever grateful.

You’re given a big strong bear hug from her

“This was so thoughtful I’ll be sure to use it as much as possible! I can’t wait to exercise later!”

Mirko 🖤🐰 Rumi Usagiyama

Chocolate or Sweet Treat

She doesn’t mind chocolates but they’re not her favorite (she eats a lot of chocolate protein shakes). If she had to choose, sweetened dark chocolate would be most favorable. She’ll be grateful to any treat you decide to buy her but her favorite would be frozen yogurt or carrot cake

Chocolates given to her will earn you head pats from her and a flirting comment. She’s very amused and wants to give you affection

“I didn’t realize I’d get chocolate from my sweetheart, I’ll have to give you something else in return.” She’ll wink, pulling you toward her.

If you get her frozen yogurt she’s very happy about it. The larger the serving, the better. She’s got a big appetite.

You’ll be treated like royalty by her. She’s praising you and wanting to pamper you

If you give her carrot cake she is especially happy. She hums with delight at every bite. Her ears twitch happily.

She’s thanking you and holding your hand while she eats the cake

“You cutie! I’ve been wanting carrot cake this week too! You know me so well.”

Flowers

She thinks flowers are a sweet gift. She’s never been given flowers aside from her parents. She thinks it’s cute of you to buy them for her.

Her favorites are lily’s, primroses or snapdragons. They remind her of meadows and the smells are very relaxing

Rumi lifts you up and smashes her lips on yours in thanks

“I know it’s what you wanted.” She’ll chuckle giving you flirting red eyes.

Necklaces or Chokers

Rumi will only wear necklaces or choker necklaces with some of her outfits. She’s not girly but she’ll accessorize when she’s feeling up for it

She’ll treat your necklaces like treasures. They’re taken care of more so than her other property

Chokers go well with a lot of her looks and necklaces are nice for the times she isn’t feeling sweat pants or gym clothes

Rumi admires all the necklaces you’ve given her and every time she tells you how thankful she is. Her ears twitch joyously as she observes the jewelry you gift her.

Kitchen Supplies

She loves cooking and trying new healthy meals. Since she has a ridiculously strict diet she’s always finding new recipes to try. It’s a nice pass time of hers to cook.

It doesn’t matter what type of cooking equipment you give her. She’ll gladly put it to use.

She realizes how well you know her from the gift. She laughs and now she’d like to cook with you or cook you a meal

She’ll plant kisses all over your face

“I shouldn’t be surprised you thought to buy this for me, thank you very much, cutie pie."

Ms. Joke 🧡🤡 Emi Fukukado 

Chocolate or Sweet Treat

She adores chocolate but her favorite would have to be white chocolates. Her favorite sweet treat would have to be pie. Chocolate, cherry, and any cream pie are her favorites.

If you give her a candy bar or assorted white chocolates she'll thank you and make a joke about you proposing to her next

If you give her a whole pie she might use the opportunity to prank someone with it for a laugh

When you get her a slice of pie she'll get some of the cream on your nose or forehead. She is very grateful for the pie, she'll crack a joke and flirt with you.

"If I didn't know any better you're wanting brownie points. You sure you don't plan to propose? ..Ha! I'm joking! So want to kiss?"

Flowers

Her favorite flowers are daffodils and tulips. She loves receiving flowers from you. Its a wonderful gift

She enjoys smelling them then making a pick up line

"So does this mean we are going steady because I'm thinking we must if we already weren't"

Pendants or Earrings

She admires your jewelry related gifts with a huge smile. She'll be surprised by it and thank you very much. She's squeezing you in a hug and kissing your cheek

She thinks pendants look amazing and will compliment your taste

Ms. Joke thinks any type of earrings you give her are nice. She's a particular fan of studs and any goofy kinds

"You're so thoughtful and generous. Thanks, baby!"

Whoopie Cushions or Prankster Books

It doesn't come as a surprise she has endless books about pranks or jokes. She finds them very amusing and would like trying them on others especially Eraser head.

She doesn't mind other items for pranks but a good whoopie cushion is a classic in her book. She'll use them on students and children alike, they're put into good use.

"For me..? Thank you! Wanna make out?... Kidding! Unless you'd like to later that is." She giggles loving how she can make you blush or smile

Ryukyu ❤️🐲 Ryuko Tatsuma

Chocolate or Sweet Treat

She loves tiramisu or macaroons. She doesn't mind chocolate but prefers dark chocolate. Chocolate bars or assorted chocolates are appreciated.

When you present her with tiramisu she's delighted. She'll kiss your forehead for such a thoughtful gift.

"Trust me when I say I need this."

Gifting her Macaroons is yet another thoughtful gift. She will give you a beautiful smile and a thank you. She'll kiss your cheek in appreciation.

"Delicious I look forward to eating these later. I'll be sure to think of you." Later on you'll receive messages of love and appreciation from her.

Flowers

Her favorites are jasmines and orchids. She'll think you gifting her flowers is a bit romantic.

She'll be stunned at first but she's loving it

Gifting her, her favorite flowers make her blush

"For me? They're nice.. I'm speechless." She's smiling

Armlets or Anklets

She adores jewelry and wears them whenever she's not on hero duty. She's a particular fan of anklets and armlets. They go well with her dresses

Her eyes light up when you gift her jewelry, she'll immediately thank you

Giving her anklets and armlets automatically earns you a kiss from her

"Thank you, darling." She's smiling ear to ear.

[eccentrcks]

How about some general Primis Dempsey and S/O hcs? Make em as lovey-dovey as you like ✨️

Take your time!

- 🌾

Primis “Tank” Dempsey x Reader

♡ General Relationship Headcanons

Warnings ; Tooth-rotting fluff, lightly implicated sexual themes.

Author’s Note ; Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I’ve dropped everything at the moment when I’ve saw his name. The himbo. The malewife. Sorry for the long wait, but I was feeling burnt out after working for four weeks straight in my part-time job. So this will be kinda short. Wheat, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much I enjoyed writing it. Don’t be afraid to drop more requests ‘bout this man anytime soon. 💙

He didn’t had time for long term romantic relationships before he joined the marines and finished training. And when you came into the picture, oh man, let’s just say he’s excited to show how much he adores you once you’re both in established relationship.

Before you two gotten together, it was no more than watching a marine making discrete longing glances at your direction. Taking it easier on you compared to anyone else in the group.

Although Dempsey can get unintentionally too intimate in bed whenever you’re cuddling or trying to sleep. But who is to complain? Unless you’re trying to get a goodnight sleep of course…

And he’s the giver in the bedroom.

Typically shameless with the kissing though. He’ll just grab your face and place smooches all over and your lips as well— especially in private, oh man, don’t get me started on how this man will get really handsy.

If you get hurt. Minor wound or not. Densely will freak nonetheless and mumble while patching you up. “You’re lucky I love you, otherwise…” more grumbling with a kiss if you reassure him that you’re fine after he’s finished.

He will start fist fights in your name.

The type of man who will dip you during dancing.

Fluent in all of the five love languages;

Words of affirmation… expect your daily “I love you”, “Everything is better when you’re here”, “I’m so lucky to be with you”, “I'm so thankful to have you in my life.", and helluva lot more affirmations after those…you’d get it. He just wants to make you feel appreciated and loved.

Acts of service… he’s there and there for whatever you need. Or what he thinks you need. Opening doors for you, letting you go first, stretching out a hand for you to grab on first, let’s you lean on him for support if you have a broken ankle, let’s you vent out to him, and offers you his jacket if you get cold. You name it. He’s more of a natural gentleman compared to his Ultimis counterpart.

Gifts… Dempsey literally gets you anything that he deems perfect for you. He wasn’t raised on money, but the marine is confident to know on what he’s doing. Pretty trinkets? Oh, you’d love it after he does little touches of his own before giving it to you. Especially this pretty flower that happened to catch his eye. He isn’t good with poetry, but he likes giving you little love letters on how much you mean to him. Oh this thing? It reminded him of you and he’d thought you would love it. And as for receiving… he doesn’t mind, but makes sure to be grateful on whatever you got for him. It can be anything and he’ll love it regardless of the condition of it. Dempsey will keep it on him if it’s small too.

Quality time… the corporal can’t go through a day without being by your side so you’re gonna be spending a lot of time with him. C’mon… he’s a sucker for some quality time. He’s willingly to do anything to spend some time with you. Anything. You can name it and he’ll happily go along with it. Got nothing much planned? Guess he’s gonna teach you how to shoot and everything, regardless if you know the basics already.

Physical touch… It can be simple anything as holding hands, a hand on your waist, or thigh whenever you’re sitting, and it gets better when you’re in bed together. Dempsey will hold you in his arms just to know you’re there and won’t disappear on him. He’s committed to you and will show you how much he is.

Man wants a family with you. He wants to have a lot of children with you regardless on their genders (biologically or adopted, he doesn’t mind either). And he isn’t exactly opposed getting a pet or two for your future household either.

You mean the world to him and he’ll be damned if someone or something takes that away from him.

Dividers by @saradika.